Saraswati with the Lotus - Poem By Sri Aurobindo

Thy tears fall fast, O mother, on its bloom,

O white-armed mother, like honey fall thy tears;

Yet even their sweetness can no more relume

The golden light, the fragrance heaven rears,

The fragrance and the light for ever shed

Upon his lips immortal who is dead.

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