My Lord Beloved Supreme,
Every day early in the morningYou send someone to lecture me.
How is it that that personDoes not tell You
That my aspiring limbsAre all shattered
And that I do not have even an iotaOf love for You?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Volcano-agonies of the seekers, Agni Press, 1995
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