5898. Each undivine thought

```

Each undivine, unaspiring

And ugly thought of yours

Pinches others for a minute

And then comes back to you

To box your nose for an hour.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 59, Agni Press, 1983
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