There was a time
When the poet in mePrayerfully desired to roam and roam
Inside my heart-garden.The poet in me now sleeplessly cries
To clasp the flower-beautyOf my heart-garden.
And before long, the poet in me
Will meditatively grow intoThe nectar-fragrance-delight
Of my heart-garden. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Poetry: My Rainbow-Heart-Dreams, Perfection-Glory Press, Augsburg., 1993
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