Tell me, my heart,
Is he thy enemy who launched thee
Into adventure and glory by demolishing
The magic ring of thy cloistered happiness?
Or the woman you adored
Who chased thee from her door
To plunge thee into the open arms
Of the Lord?
Sing, my heart,
A kinder friend than those is hard to find!
O Great Mother,
We feel Thy love in disaster.
When Thy glow consumes
The night of the soul.
Niranjan Guha Roy -196O