My fear

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I tremble in every limb, with fear I dine.

My soul becomes a rending surge of pain

The moment human eyes are locked with mine.

Pangs shoot through me, but all in vain.

Too fast my giant hopes are thinning out.

My heart, a stranger to God’s ivory Look.

To free myself from my dingy past I cry out.

That’ll be the twelfth of Never; the hell I brook. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,God’s Glance and God’s Grace, Agni Press, 2006
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