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

A New Heaven

Seeing we never found gay fairyland
(Though still we crouched by bluebells moon by moon)
And missed the tide of Lethe; yet are soon
For that new bridge that leaves old Styx half-spanned;
Nor ever unto Mecca caravanned;
Nor bugled Asgard, skilled in magic rune;
Nor yearned for far Nirvana, the sweet swoon,
And from high Paradise are cursed and banned;

-Let's die home, ferry across the Channel! Thus
Shall we live gods there. Death shall be no sev'rance.
Weary cathedrals light new shrines for us.
To us, rough knees of boys shall ache with rev'rence.
Are not girls' breasts a clear, strong Acropole?
-There our oun mothers' tears shall heal us whole.

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Swami Vivekananda, -the prime disciple of Lord Sri Ramakrishna here in this poem, as it appears to my poor reading, depicts His own feelings as how this universe is created by Mother Kali and how She makes this universe Her play ground and Swamiji's role as the instruement of the Divine Mother to unlock the mystery of salvation.Swamiji felt, realized and became. The glow of the water-level transparency emits from every word, and a conscious reader with super-conscious mind may feel the function of Word-Brahman in this poem.