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.

From:Sri Chinmoy,America in Her depths, Agni Press, 1973
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