When I look at him
I see an aura of fearBehind his head.
When I look at himI see an aura of death
Around his face.A mere mortal
He can never be.An inner pain
Gnaws at himConstantly.
His is a life ofIll-fortune
AndHermit-existence.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 4, Vishma Press, New York, 1974
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