The same old thoughts:
God does not love me,God does not want me,
I am left all alone.I was nothing,
I am nothing,I shall be nothing.
These are the ideas that make my life miserableAnd throw me into the very jaws of destruction-tiger.
O Forgiver of all my shortcomings,
Forgive me.A new hope is being born in my heart.
I shall cry from today onTo grow into Perfection's beauty-delight.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Transcendence-Perfection, Agni Press, 1975
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