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Who,A Poem

A Beautiful Poem By Shri Aurbindo

Shri Aurbindo born in calcutta,was A Indian Philosopher,Poet,And Guru.

He Was Also Nominated For Nobel Prize.

In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest, 

Whose is the hand that has painted the glow? 

When the winds were asleep in the womb of the ether, 

Who was it roused them and bade them to blow?

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He is lost in the heart, in the cavern of Nature, 

He is found in the brain where He builds up the thought: 

In the pattern and bloom of the flowers He is woven, 

In the luminous net of the stars He is caught. 

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In the strength of a man, in the beauty of woman, 

In the laugh of a boy, in the blush of a girl; 

The hand that sent Jupiter spinning through heaven, 

Spends all its cunning to fashion a curl. 

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There are His works and His veils and His shadows; 

But where is He then? by what name is He known? 

Is He Brahma or Vishnu? a man or a woman? 

Bodies or bodiless? twin or alone? 

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We have love for a boy who is dark and resplendent, 

A woman is lord of us, naked and fierce. 

We have seen Him a-muse on the snow of the mountains, 

We have watched Him at work in the heart of the spheres. 

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We will tell the whole world of His ways and His cunning; 

He has rapture of torture and passion and pain; 

He delights in our sorrow and drives us to weeping, 

Then lures with His joy and His beauty again. 

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All music is only the sound of His laughter, 

All beauty the smile of His passionate bliss; 

Our lives are His heart-beats, our rapture the bridal 

Of Radha and Krishna, our love is their kiss. 

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He is strength that is loud in the blare of the trumpets, 

And He rides in the car and He strikes in the spears; 

He slays without stint and is full of compassion; 

He wars for the world and its ultimate years.

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In the sweep of the worlds, in the surge of the ages, 

Ineffable, mighty, majestic and pure, 

Beyond the last pinnacle seized by the thinker 

He is throned in His seats that for ever endure. 

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The Master of man and his infinite Lover, 

He is close to our hearts, had we vision to see; 

We are blind with our pride and the pomp of our passions, 
We are bound in our thoughts where we hold ourselves free. 

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It is He in the sun who is ageless and deathless, 

And into the midnight His shadow is thrown; 

When darkness was blind and engulfed within darkness, 

He was seated within it immense and alone.

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