My life, a tragic record of pride,
My life, a doll for ego’s smile,My breath is lost in the howling Night.
My hope is orphan, my cry futile.Lo, my soul, a mounting flame of Will.
It brushes quick the tears from my eyes.My soul’s victory over my life
Is the only triumph that never dies. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006
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