THE MOTHER OF PONDICHERRY
Ashram served as a yoga center,
For those who stayed there,
And for the comfort of visitors
The Mother provided good facilities.
It was an international city,
With its name as Auroville ,
What Mother had always dreamt
And in 1968 got it nicely built.
While it was under construction,
The earth from all the Nations
Was filled in a concrete urn,
In the shape of lotus bud one.
With more sunlight, nice houses,
With no cars to park, good roads,
To do meditation, a central hall,
All such utilities came up well.
As a symbol of human unity
It was standing in that city,
For visitors interactions calmly,
Among them who came daily.
The spirituality was in her mind
As in religion, one can’t find
And get mental relief of that kind
As from the control of one’s mind.
She was always craving for peace,
And was much against world wars,
Without a sense of understanding,
Between nations, who were fighting.
She expected that Auroville would
Prevent future wars in the world,
Where men killing men in the end,
With dangerous weapons of all kinds.
She imagined that Auroville will
Grow green plants and shine well,
Like the Arctic region’s snowfall
That keeps a part of the world cool.
If India is a land of peace,
It is because of such Gurus
Existed, exists, and will exist
As God chosen ones to gain it.