Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word



A fervour takes an eager birth
In me given to drowse and sloth,
The first instant of waking is Thine
And so the rest following in line.

A routine impels all speech and act
But the heart on Thee is only set.
My divided loyalties have gone now
The whole being my will does tow.

Like a scout on a reconnaissance
I seek the breach of my deliverance.
I have scuttled all the old ways
I nurse no affinity of those days.

In every thing may I confront Thee
With my prayer, ‘O Beloved, am ever Thine’.



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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