12. We are unkind

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The clouds are simply unkind

When they cover the face

Of the beautiful moon.

I am mercilessly unkind

When I ridicule the suffering world's

Bleeding swoon.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Lord, receive this little undying cry, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1975
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