A plea in compliance...
Along the vesselled stretch of the vast darkness
That the heart of my null cerebration uplifting
Something is persistently being stirred
In the incessant inconscient ignorance..
Perhaps a little conscience left bewared
Of nothingness my life traversing through
Longing hence to surrender unto Thee
O' spirit of the spirituals, my Guru
Preach, by the spirit of this unending creation
The spirit of the creator who...?
To rest my soul in bliss of that Light
Indira Renganathan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aurobindo-1/
