Sarat Chandra Bose
Sarat Chandra, I offer youMy soulful obeisance,
My flower-heart-obeisance.
At each hush-gap your heart pined
For your brother's progress-light.
You were your affection-ocean.
You were your vastness-heart unbounded.
You were your hope-fountain.
You were your Motherland-lover,
Dauntless and deathless.
Sarat Chandra, O self-giver,
You came into the world
From the realm transcendental.
Your aspiration-heart desired
The victory-manifestation
Of the breathless fragrance: Subhas —
Dearer than your life itself.
Triumphant you were!
Sri Chinmoy, India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997