Aditi
Published on May 22, 2019
Aditi
A Sonnet
Courtesy Priti Ghosh
Aditi, sole Goddess, heart of the Eternal.
Beyond all flux, all sustaining marvel.
Tinge our each breathe with Thee,
Figure in us a sliver of Thee to see.
A half-formed incompleteness are our lives
And without Thee vainly circling flies.
A meandering form that hath no sap
All fritters in vain like a dream in sleep.
An echo are we, a brief pulsing wave
Sounding the gulfs for Thy answer to save.
Mother, miracle, our aid supreme
Transmute our bronze to Thy golden dream.
Too meagre our labours and our surrender
Unbar the gates and banish feebleness forever.