Poems By Arjava

  Poems


The God Of Victory


SUBTLE beyond all gauging,

Sudden as lightning blade,

Unflawed by earthly aging,

The Woundless, the Undismayed


Back in the world's beginning

Wielded a three-pronged spear,

Unpierced by Falsehood's dinning,

Unswayed by soundless Fear.


Nor Maya-spell's devising

Nor seemings that divide

Dishevelled the assizing

Of the Wakeful Myriad-Eyed ;


But many an eye-filled feather

Gathered in battle-dress

Betokened there together

Serene one-pointed ness.


February 15, 1936.


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