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“O Force-compelled, Fate-driven earth-born race, O petty adventurers in an infinite world And prisoners of a dwarf humanity, How long will you tread the circling tracks of mind Around your little self and petty things? 04.03_098:008”

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Book:Savitri: A Legend and a Symbol
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Savitri: A Legend and a Symbol

This literary work is a retelling of the ancient Indian legend of Savitri, who wins the hand of death for her husband. The poem is rich in symbolism and philosophical depth, offering readers a profound exploration of human emotions and the human condition. more

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Sri Aurobindo
Sri Aurobindo

Sri Aurobindo, a philosopher, poet, and politician from India, was born on August 15, 1872, and passed away on December 5, 1950. He is renowned for his profound philosophical thoughts and his contributions to the spiritual revival of India. more

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