THE MYSTERY

      A TURQUOISE depth of heaven bends,-
Alas, how shall we ever know
      Where it begins and where it ends,
This depth of turquoise glow?

      A moon comes like an amber ball
      Out of the ocean slowly rolled;
      It is the evening's lonely call
Recurring as of old.

      And O! To think this little eye
      Can with an equal depth commune
With yonder blue-concealing sky
      Rich with a yellow moon !
                                                                            

Harindranath Chattopadhyaya

10 March 1934

          Sri Aurobindo's Comment : Very Good