Poems By Arjava

OUT of an infinite ocean

Time arose;

By his shore with a thunderous motion

That Splendour flows.

Here is one shell of Its bringing.

Cast on the beach ;

Hold it and hark to the singing,

Eternity speech.

Flotsam and jetsam of One hood

Unbaffled and free,

Spurring Time to remember his son hood,

His mother—the Sea.