Scene 8

(At the end of her day’s work, Shaivya comes to the garden to play with her son, but she does not find him there. She calls aloud.)

SHAIVYA: Rohitashwa, Rohitashwa! Rohit, my son, my darling, where are you? (She looks around. Suddenly she sees her son lying on the ground fast asleep. She places her two arms around his shoulders.) How strange! Why is my son’s body so cold? What are these marks? My son, my son! A poisonous snake has taken your life away!

(Eyes filled with tears and heart completely shattered, she carries her son away in her arms.)

From:Sri Chinmoy,Supreme sacrifice, Sky Publishers, New York, 1973
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