Nehru in J.S.A.S.A.

16.1.55

Rapture tortures our heart to see Nehru
Within the diamond-womb of fleeting time.
Capture our core his eyes of opal calm.
For his rare smile we practised our young skill.
Who says the human soul is a chimera's mist?
An immortality is our hidden form,
A body divine our aim's apocalypse.
Beside him stands the Future's perfect Fire.
The Power supreme drunk deep, slowly he goes;
His presence clutching the warrior-sparks of Noon.