Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

O Earth

Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master #225

What hast thou fostered O earth
Thy snows all cold and reluctant,
Thy deserts harsh and without mirth
And thicketed woods all silent?

Wither this somber countenance
Like a time-born to fate abandoned,
No single happy chirp exists
From a feathery breast love suffused?

A dirge is thy song, thy poems a lament,
Knowest thou not one happy melody
To assuage briefly a mortal heart,
Must all thy voices suffer melancholy?

Cast out now thy cocoon of gloom,
In His radiance find thy joy’s room.

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Inevitable Word is a pedestal for the newer forms of Poetry, Prose and literary Criticism. It is an attempt to bring into every manuscript the inevitable word and expression of the Spirit, as may be found in the Vedas, and more prominently, in the works of Sri Aurobindo.

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