My hope has become hopeless frustration today.
Yet I enjoy pure thirst for the unknown Beyond.O my hope, it seems that you have become
Helplessly poor, weak,An orphan.
This life of mine has nothing but tenebrous fog. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 1, Agni Press, 1976
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