499. TWO GOOD FRIENDS

```

My frequent tears,

My persistent fears

Have become two good friends.

Alas, I am not quite safe

In their trembling, quivering

Hands. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,A Soulful Cry Versus a Fruitful Smile, Agni Press, 1977
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