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Mahalakshmi*
In lotus-groves Thy spirit roves: where shall I find a seat for Thee ? To Thy feet’s tread — feet dawn-rose red — opening my heart Thy throne shall be.
All things unholy hurt Thy soul: I would become a stainless whole: 0 world’s delight. All-beauty’s might! unmoving house Thy grace in me. An arid heart Thou canst not bear: It is Thy will love’s bonds to wear: Then by Thy sweetness’ magic completeness make me Thy love’s eternal sea.
* Anilbaran Roy Page – 387 |