The Last Time Of Maharshi Aurobindo Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Last Time Of Maharshi Aurobindo



Maharshi Aurobindo on his deathbed
The shrivelled old man
In whites
Like the sun going down
Against a clear and white reflecting sky

Telling of Mahaprayana,
Niravana,
Mahasamadhi.

O, take me to,
Where his Samadhi
At Pondicherry,
Where the Auro Villa?

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