She has burst open the veil and leaped to the front,
Into the very thick of the combat-
Our Captain, our Warrior- her flaming sword, her
battering mace,
Her thundering cry sweep the field.
She brooks no delay, has no mercy for weakness-
Straight is her path and swift she speeds to the goal:
Here and now shall be her victory.
Terrible Mother who presses her children through
blazing fire,
The sooner to burn out the dross and free the gold-
The sooner to smother them with her passionate bliss!
Her every tread crushes a demon’s head,
Unseals for mortals a fount of immortality.
-
Nolini Kanta Gupta
(Nolini Kanta Gupta, ‘To The Heights, Vers Les
Hauteurs’ , Sri Aurobindo International Centre of Education, Pondicherry)
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