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The days have run into weeks, and weeks
Into months: for twice seven yearsAbroad he remained, a far-off star.
Mother India with tearsOf joy and love garlands her son,
Wishing him life's true bliss.With the first step on Indian soil
Infinitude's abyssCaptures his mind: earth's lures are gone.
His inner Spirit's LightShall guide his tranquil feet; he views
His Motherland's first might.```
SAI 11. (1956)↩
From:Chinmoy,Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite, Agni Press, 1997
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