Mahalakshmi*

In lotus-groves Thy spirit roves: where shall I find a seat for Thee ?

To Thy feet's tread — feet dawn-rose red — opening my heart Thy throne shall be.

All things unholy hurt Thy soul:

      I would become a stainless whole:

0 world's delight. All-beauty's might! unmoving house Thy grace in me.

      An arid heart Thou canst not bear:

      It is Thy will love's bonds to wear:

Then by Thy sweetness' magic completeness make me Thy love's eternal sea.

* Anilbaran Roy 

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