A blind faith in You, Mother,
He had, Your child, my father
He has now melted in air
His soul reaching Your feet far
The scrutinizing mind was his best
Which in Savitri, did he invest
Awoke in him the analysing scientist
Whenever of Sri Aurobindo he thought.
The more his health started troubling
The tighter he caught Your blessing.
Confused and afraid of the unknowing
He implored Thee to relieve of suffering
People with and without faith question
What's his faith towards Mother's mission.
However twisted the questions were
He never let down Aurobindo and Mother
Being his daughter I would place
His faith in Her above Her grace!
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