Poems By Arjava

Maheshwari

NOR mote nor world may swerve beyond Thy law,

O Veiled One : but starry incense bore

Rumour of Thee from midnight's ancient hill—

" Tranquil insistence with compassionate will."

Mahasaraswati

Far-avenued between the day and night

Thy lotus breathes perfection from its heart,

Crowning our shadow-dream with crystal light,

Moulding Time's clay to ever-living Art.

Mahakali

Men of the noon-tide, careless of earthly norm,

Shall trace Thy fire-dance down the ways of storm,

Mocking the ramparts of the world's deceit,

Casting their death beneath Thy Living Feet.

Mahalakshmi

Very softly when the day with

folded wings Feels underneath its weight the curved calm

Of mothering earth, the water nuphar sings

Through Thee her moon-enscrolling river-psalm.