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Subhas Chandra Bose
 He was at first for the light of the self.
But soon the myriad selves in chain burnt him.
Then his saffron flair stopped preening itself,
Melting the saint into a passing whim.
He choked among the cadres of his camp,
As his fire-sewn thesis of the great fight,
Marked him an alien with his maverick stamp.
So it was that he suddenly took flight
In perfervid gush shifting his axis
To forge his cult on the then Axis fire,
And burst big with the cannon of practice.
That in war and love all is finely fair.
The dawn he won denied its light to him,
But flashed a smile the plenary dawn to him.
-By G. Viswanathan
('From An Ampler Ether')
(Appeared in 'Mother India' Sri Aurobindo Ashram, November 1979)
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