Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Swami Vivekananda


What though thy bed be frozen earth,
Thy cloak the chilling blast;
What though no mate to clear thy path,
Thy sky with gloom o'ercast --
What though of love itself doth fail,
Thy fragrance strewed in vain;
What though if bad o'er good prevail,
And vice o'er virtue reign --
Change not thy nature, gentle bloom,
Thou violet, sweet and pure,
But ever pour thy sweet perfume
Unasked, unstinted, sure !

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1 comment:

Multisubj Yb TruthSeeker said...

All the perfumes will vanish
with the smoke from the Vivekananda's pipes and cigars.

195 blog posts on Vivekananda theory and practice.