A Sonnet

Sri Aurobindo

I remember the old wounds galore
Only a world of pain my sole store.
Relentless was the battle and fury
Pitched camps against the enemy.

I stood defiant for it was clear
I wouldn’t budge for all was dear.
The Old Wizard checked my moves
Beat me to stick to chosen grooves.

A vast empire eyed my tiny dominion
O what greed wondered my opinion.
Then I learnt to watch His game
By the battle missed what I became.

And now, now I cry by morn and eve
“I am thine O Tyrant, take me now and never leave”