Poems

When I went to visit

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When I went to visit

The outskirts of death,

My old friend, failure,

Not only greeted me

Lovingly

But embraced me

Unreservedly.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol.II-4, No. 7, 27 July 1977, Vishma Press, 1977
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