My Lord,
I am sure that my lifeHas been at Your Feet
For centuries.My Lord,
I am sure that my heartHas been inside Your Eye
For centuries.My Lord,
I am sure that my soulHas been carrying Your supreme Message
All over the worldFor centuries.
Alas, how and why is it
That ruthless oblivionIs still torturing me?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 95, Agni Press, 1983
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