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Thy deathless life.
Our mind captures from history’s drowsy core.
Are blazing flames of warrior-suns.
Ever she breathes in thy sea of enormous pride.
A sea of knowledge dire
Thy voice was Spirituality’s fire.
All wealth and ease of the world sublime
Therefore thy spouse, Xantippe,
Against thy knowledge stood.
With thee thy high manhood.
Socrates conquered his life.
His brain, a naked knife.
Through him his youth revealed an athlete great.
Philosophy and the budding minds of today.
Appeared in secret again,
With sombre ceaseless pain.
Your youth was reckless and wild.
The thought that clasped the myriad knowledge-ray.
Yours was the student Alexander the Great.
Slowly began to leak
Of blessed Rome
The perfection's home.
‘Aeneid’, his great soulful gift
With victory’s deathless flame
O poet of knowledge vast
‘The Divine Comedy' must last.
Beatrice, the only fount
The exile of fourteen years
Politics high and stark,
In you alone we mark.
Her prayers were her knowledge-might.
She saw a huge and doleful night.
The Voice of God
The human soul
To France she gave the Victory’s crown.
Alas, she was seized by evil's frown.
Her outer sheath
The eyeless French,
In him took birth.
His fruitful life had sprung a vast surprise.
With ‘Mona Lisa’ he scored the truth immediate.
At last was grown
certainty dare not come to unveil
The Man universal abides in mystery's
His action-tree.
In him we see.
You failed to see the face of ecstasy.
Had planted in you a venom-tree.
But ‘Paradise Lost' of yours
Our world treasures your boon
A surprise that made history.
"Inferior endowment from nature,” he thought himself.
His efficient instrument.
High character and majestic will powerfully blended
Stood forth the Man of the Hour,
And from his mighty dream mightily
Destined to be the hope and defence of more
England lost to her own offspring,
England won for herself a mightier friend.
A new shattering blow struck
Independence the first step to unity —
First in inspiration, first in confidence, first in war,
First in conquering the heart of his Nation,
Single, powerful, united, whole.
O man flooded with poetry-light,
Thy critics’ python-night.
Thy ‘ode to the Sky Lark’
Adonais tearful ‘Adonais’
A sad story indeed.
Remained the world to feed.
A son of this earth unveiled this lore divine,
And 'Hyperion’ peerless ever shall shine.
Thy wonder-arbour was born from five
Although death snatched away thy life so hie,
But dynamic in his dreams
“From log cabin to White House.”
No soul on earth supreme over another —
Black and white, brown and red
This nation cannot exist half-slave, half-free —
The courage and capacity
The patience that knew no flagging.
Faith in God was his might.
Natural the affinity of vision-luminous souls,
”His heart was as great as the world,
But its victories are short-lived.”
And its victories live on forever.
What is really important?
The idealist in Lincoln reveals:
It is more important to know
Nehru fought.
Youthfully, speedily, dynamically
He won the race.
Kennedy-Nehru.
Two are the hearts
The windows of slumbering faith
God's Bliss of Freedom
They knew how to inhale,
In the deserts of false hopes.
God slaked their thirst
Kennedy-Nehru.
They are one, invincible.
Of God's stupendous smile
Fear and defeat.
Fear fearfully
To Eisenhower.
War thought of Eisenhower —
War and Peace —
Of blooming world,
Of roaring War.
Eisenhower,
Of the Omnipotent,
For their dinner.
And inimitable, too.
Both the Princes came in.
In a golden embrace.
War sat in absolute relief
Peace commenced his dance,
To the dark hush of extinction — Night.
God smiled.
“The Man of the Hour.”
Above all storms of life.
To challenge Pain and Strife.
Alone he stood
He stood alone
Tragedy and sovereignty,
Freely in him were grown.
Never was he alone.
Earth’s wild ignorance and her kiss
Why?
On him God showered
Thickly
Significantly.
Kennedy is unique.
God threw on him
Smilingly
Inevitably.
Kennedy is unique.
His soul visioned Tomorrow's Dawn,
Far above the strongest investigation,
Why?
To free the world
This eyeless earth of ours
He saw this diamond truth
Struggling
From:Sri Chinmoy,Discoverers of Light, AUM Press, 1972
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/dsl