O silent dust,
I do feel your bosom’s pangs.But what can I do?
Insignificant is my voice.Impotent is my strength.
O silent dews,
I do feel your heart’s agonies.But what can I do?
Helpless is my sight.Useless is my might.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Three hundred sixty-five Father's Day prayers, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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