50. Perfect strangers

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Lord, Lord,

Save me, save me.

I am in terrible danger.

I am fighting against time

To prove to my spiritual children

That I am a poet of high magnitude.

Father, do save me, save me.

“Son, don’t insult Me.

You and I are perfect strangers

To the birth and life of defeat.”

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 5, Agni Press, 1974
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