Swami Vivekananda Poems
|1.||Who Knows How Mother Plays||4/29/2012|
|2.||Song Of The Sanyasin||5/23/2009|
|3.||On The Sea's Bosom||6/4/2009|
|4.||To An Early Violet||4/29/2012|
|5.||Hold Yet A While (To My Own Soul)||4/27/2009|
|7.||Requiescat In Pace||5/3/2009|
|9.||Thou Blessed Dream||5/23/2009|
|10.||To The Awakened India||5/3/2009|
|11.||The Living God||4/29/2012|
|13.||The Song Of The Free||4/29/2012|
|14.||To The Fourth Of July||4/29/2012|
|16.||My Play Is Done||4/26/2009|
|17.||Kali The Mother||5/3/2009|
|19.||Quest For God||4/25/2009|
Quest For God
O'ver hill and dale and mountain range,
In temple, church, and mosque,
In Vedas, Bible, Al Koran
I had searched for Thee in vain.
Like a child in the wildest forest lost
I have cried and cried alone,
'Where art Thou gone, my God, my love?
The echo answered, 'gone.'
And days and nights and years then passed
A fire was in the brain,
I knew not when day changed in night
The heart seemed rent in twain.
I laid me down on Ganges's shore,
Exposed to sun and rain;
With burning tears I laid the dust
And wailed with waters' roar.
(Written on 1 September,1898.)
One bending low with load of life —
That meant no joy, but suffering harsh and hard —
And wending on his way through dark and dismal paths
Without a flash of light from brain or heart
To give a moment's cheer, till the line