Swami Vivekananda

(12 January 1863 - 4 July 1902 / Calcutta / India)

Swami Vivekananda Poems

1. Who Knows How Mother Plays 4/29/2012
2. Song Of The Sanyasin 5/23/2009
3. On The Sea's Bosom 6/4/2009
4. To An Early Violet 4/29/2012
5. Hold Yet A While (To My Own Soul) 4/27/2009
6. Requiescat In Pace 5/3/2009
7. A Benediction 4/27/2009
8. Light 6/4/2009
9. Thou Blessed Dream 5/23/2009
10. To The Awakened India 5/3/2009
11. Kali The Mother 5/3/2009
12. Angels Unawares 5/3/2009
13. Peace 6/4/2009
14. Quest For God 4/25/2009
15. The Living God 4/29/2012
16. My Play Is Done 4/26/2009
17. To The Fourth Of July 4/29/2012
18. The Song Of The Free 4/29/2012
19. A Blessing 4/26/2009

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Best Poem of Swami Vivekananda

A Blessing

The Mother's heart, the hero's will,
The softest flowers' sweetest feel;

The charm and force that ever sway
The altar-fire's flaming play;

The strength that leads, in love obeys;
Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways,

Eternal faith in Self, in all,
The light Divine in great, in small;

All these and more than I could see,
Today may 'Mother' grant to thee!

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Kali The Mother

The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.

In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loose from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.

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