The Secret Splendour

  Poems


December 5, 1950

 

(A new disciple's cry to Sri Aurobindo)

 

Till the fall of your body a void was my day,

You sank like a sun and made me your west:

O Deathless who died since in no other way

Could you be buried for ever in my breast!


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