If Poetry There Be
If Poetry There Be
If poetry there be to rend
The bonds of time-bound soul in me
Then let it flow and cataracts
Come cleansing down and swiftly free
The hidden god’s felicity.
Let the mask be torn, dissolved
By falling rain of potent grace
That washes all the past’s debris
And clears the eyes to view a face
That I in former births and lives
Have grown to love and recognize
As guide and mentor, treasury
Of deepest truth, inspirer
To a vision spirit sole can see,
Earth reconciled to divinity.
First published in Mother India
