Parabels of Mahavir

Author(s): Harindranath Chattopadhyaya
Publisher: Shri Kiran Publishers

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EIGHTH Why ! he himself is as a sky which spreads Love's angel-canopy above our heads !
NINTH Surely he is the true dividing line Standing between the human and divine.
TENTH Lo ! he has come to save us and uplift Our sinking souls....
ELEVENTH
He seems a heavenly gift Granted to us by centuries of Grace.
TWELFTH We taste ascension when we see his face. Shatanik was a much respected king; The redness of the ruby in his ring Was of his people's laughter, not their blood.. He loved long roadways that he trod; the mud Of his dear earth, his kingdom; and he watched, With all a poet's rapture, heavens blotched With passing clouds; he watched the rising sun Incarnadine horizon-fringes. None Could guage the gladness of his being when He gazed into the lonesome eyes of men In quest of something far-away, above Their little gaze unconsciously in love With Beauty; even though they hardly knew, Shatanik loved the green of grass; the blue