Slowly, steadily, unerringly,
Nehru fought.
He won the fight.
Youthfully, speedily, dynamically,
Kennedy ran.
He won the race.

Two are the hearts
That ached to fling wide
The windows of slumbering faith
In the house of humanity.

God’s Fragrance of Peace,
God’s Bliss of Freedom,
In measureless measure
They knew how to inhale,
They knew.

Never were they parched
In the deserts of false hopes.
Desires they had for the world;
God slaked their thirst
In His own mystic Way.

They are one, indivisible.
They are one, invincible.
They are one,
A tornado of God’s stupendous Smile,
Toppling the towers
Of sorrow, fear and defeat.

  1. AHD 15. Written in 1964 after Sri Chinmoy came to America.