Mother, come into my heart at last,
At the end of all.Strike my heart hard with your sweet Smile.
I want this torture and punishment of Yours.My heart’s choice is the torture of Your Love.
All my achievements dance in Your torture. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Patience-Groves, Agni Press, NY, 1978
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