A Centenary Tribute

The Clear Ray Beacons

The Supreme Master's gift of the lovely appellation,

Sweet, charming and all-inspiring name,

As bright as the immaculate, radiating white rays

 Of the Truth-heralding dawn's spiritual Sun.

Haven't you spent your glorious hundred years,

 Trying to be a forerunner and discoverer

Of Beauty's sunlit ways, chanting the Soul's anthem.

Carrying fiery poetic words for wiping out tears?

Your inner psychic fire, the sublime Pavakagni,

Is observed by a few to be blazing forth

In the deepest recesses of your noble heart;

Others get glimpses of your beatific soul-journey.

Your marvellous, marathon labour of editing

 Mother India for more than half a century,

Leaves behind a legacy of luminous literature

With glamorous English's fragrance ever permeating.

Your magic-pen and style make readers spell-bound,

And your breadth of vision often elevates

Weary, ordinary mortals to empyrean heights;

What exotic sketch of esoteric ideas in exoteric mould!

Amal Kiran! You have truly mastered the secret Art

Of steering the seekers' mind, groping in the dark,

When lost specially in labyrinthine spiritual topics;

We pray for your longer healthy life, brighter and vast.

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