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Rapture tortures our heart to see Nehru
Within the diamond-womb of fleeting time.Capture our core his eyes of opal calm.
For his rare smile we practised our young skill.Who says the human soul is a chimera's mist?
An immortality is our hidden form,A body divine our aim's apocalypse.
Beside him stands the Future's perfect Fire.The Power supreme drunk deep, slowly he goes;
His presence clutching the warrior-sparks of Noon. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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