20. The boon

```

Scold me, my Lord, untiringly.

Insult me, my Lord, unreservedly.

But, my Lord, do not forget Your Boon.

You told me millions of years ago

That You would grant me the capacity

To love You sleeplessly.

Something more, unconditionally.

```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Flower-Flames, Agni Press, 1985
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