He meets his human mother

His earthly mother, the 'Rose of Rangpur' —
   Alas!
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.