A rose of splendor on a
tree of dreams,
The
face of Dawn out of mooned twilight grew.
A message from the unknown immortal Light
Ablaze upon creation's quivering edge,
Dawn built her aura of magnificent hues
And buried its seed of grandeur in the hours.
An infant glow of heavens near to morn,
A fire intense conceived but never lit,
Caressed the air with ardent hints of day.
Day came, priest of a
sacrifice of joy
Into the worshipping
silence of her world;
He carried immortal lustre
as his robe,
Trailed heaven like a
purple scarf and wore
As his vermilion caste-mark
a red sun.
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Poetic lines from Sri
Aurobindo’s Savitri.
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Photos of Dawn taken at
Pondicherry sea-shore
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