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Tradition
 Hoodlum fingers ever break all mores and codes.
The henna bears the brunt of their plucking
Pluck; neither the rude ritual hand decodes
The heart of the basil at dusk. Lacking
Finesse makes always no grace of goodness.
The past may blow outworn bubbles of mind.
The nascent hour pricks them with its rudeness,
From the earlier clock of chime to unwind,
Rings no sound lore but the style of the new.
The river of minds knows not the great divide,
For no dual system can prove it true.
Then why should the present the past deride?
Broken threads can't make a garment whole.
Part not the strands of light, you will unsoul.
-By G. Viswanathan
('From An Ampler Ether')
(Appeared in 'Mother India' Sri Aurobindo Ashram, November 1979)
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Bangalore 560 085.
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