God, is it fair
That I am doomed to stayWith my lifeless body?
God, is it fair
That I am doomed to walkWith my cheerless vital?
God, is it fair
That I am doomed to thinkWith my thoughtless mind?
God, is it fair
That I am doomed to danceWith my soulless heart?
God, is it fair
That I am doomed to dreamWith my goalless soul?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 7, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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