Sri Aurobindo Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The old man,
The old sage,
Aurobindo
I see him
See him
Lost in sadhna,
Yoga-sadhna
Writing Savitri
In Ashrama premises
And the cottage
For sadhna.

The old man,
The old sage,
Sri Aurobindo,
In the whites
In Pondicherry Ashrama
Lost in sadhna
Writing The Life Divine
As the flower of sadhna
Of meditative ruminations
And reminiscences.

The old sage
Sri Aurobindo
In the whites,
The yogi
In meditation,
In Pondicherry Ashrama,
The guru,
The spiritual guru,
Master of
Transcendental meditation.