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TO THE MORNING STAR OF JAIN FIRMAMENT
Being shrunk into a corner of oblivion, Yet still reigns its fierce shadow In barren hearts of deadlier faith. As a star of hope Twinkled from afar, Unbounded with the false ostentation, Expressed its immortal cravings For something unattainable At a long distance, gone Thou hast gone from this world of facts And left for us A dowry of sweet memoirs In thy preachings of solemn thoughts; Ye, never shrunk Beholding the dark clouds of misery But rushed to cling with hands stretching As if acquainted long Alas, a loss is done but is resumed! For though the Sun has gone Yet the Moon is on her throne In a shape of 'Immortal Moon'. And like level of piety doth ensue in him. No more his soul sublime Will see Jain bower's decline In future to advent, But his snowy winged well wishes Linger in rolling waves of Times And hover round the Jain shrines To watch the constant bloom Or wide spreading gloom Like the brightest spark of Day Kindles the folding hearts of buds, Nodding briskly on a twig of time To breathe content, to raise fragrance To show its different tint and sense, Producing the celestial rhyme Unheard, climb up the peak of May. Lo, preaches he,
