Alpine, a quite hamlet with nature's bounty,
With scattered ponds amidst green-lea,
Had her preparation for preceding years,
To give birth and foster, -an angelic girl,
Who was all but a foreigner to clumsy manners.
The wise parents gave the name Arpita,
To the girl who was destined to be a mother divine,
And from her tender girlhood, had mysterious signs.
Society claims schooling, and visit of university,
Arpita with her brilliancy travelled the common path,
But never she could find any meaning.
The feeling of occult from within,
And quake of colossal from unconscious -
Field of Brahmin, enhanced her world with no clime,
Life of a Nun, under Mother Saroda, -the living Kali,
Waited for her, and she denouncing the world,
Joined, Ramakrishna Order, for manifesting the self.
Hers is a spiritual beauty, that triumphs time,
My vagabond poet, composed so many rimes,
Where her glory as liberated spirit echo.
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True poetry enhances life, as it is built from the great lives that come to redeem us, by leaving a passage to follow. Arpita Samanta, -now a Nun, in Ramakrishna Math And Mission, -was a child of village Alpine, -Shympur, -Howrah, West Bengal, India. She was a pied beauty. And the poet had the privilege to be her teacher in her English Hons course.