She Never Called Me Narad

She never called me Narad

And rarely spoke my name,

Her emphasis was always 'we'

Our goals so much the same –

To live at Mother's feet,

Endure the fiery trial

And all life's demons face defeat

In the radiance of Her smile.

But on her final day

She ever so sweetly called

Narad, when you pass this way –

And then the life-force stalled.

Death rang his hollow chimes

And as her passing came

I repeated one hundred and twenty times

Sri Aurobindo's name.