He meets his human mother¹²

(At Rohini)

```

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.

```

From:Chinmoy,Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite, Agni Press, 1997
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