The Bay of Bengal to the Mother Divine

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March 28, 1914

A flood of joy that knows no mete am I.

Mother, with my dulcet flotes I bow to Thee.

The ocean-grey hound Thou ridest, anon thy eyes

Shall clasp the Light of the worlds in ecstasy.

Prithee, bestow on me a largess high.

My giant breast now serves thy cloak of love.

A candid rosy desire tortures my heart.

Mother, I know, I am thy eternal dove.

My child, your choice immaculate I fulfil.

By you I shall dwell with my deathless human Frame.

From here the Supreme and I shall guide the worlds.

And this your boon unique — a ceaseless fame. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Mother of the Golden All, Agni Press, 1974
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