He meets his human mother1(At Rohini)
His earthly mother, the 'Rose of Rangpur' —
now lame is her mind.
"They say, my Auro is come, but where?
Nowhere his face I find.
My lovely little boy Auro
Can never be this youth,
With long hair and the eyes unknown."
His mother's love and ruth
A heartless fate allows him not
To cherish; the sombre sea
Of woe between them lies to-day
And devours reality.
"I am the mad son of a mother mad."
This jest we see in his pen.
The Divine now plays His hide and seek
With human thought and ken.
SAI 12. (1956)↩