Inevitable Word
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Inevitable Word

For Thee

Sonnet-An Invocation to the Master #253

Too brief is the lease of solar hours
Lent by arc of a common day,
How press the siege of circumstances
Seeking my aspiration to betray.

With an hourly nemesis I must grapple,
With it all the armoury time can grant,
My portion here is only a will to wrestle,
The fruit on Nature and Thee dependent.

A typal labour seems this curious phase
Where all the learnt strengths are futile,
But as the seed from the soil doth rise
I must claw out of this poise surreal.

Oh bridge now all my discordant parts,
For Thee a perfect perfection and no less.



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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