530 Destitute
Your mind is destitute
Of promise-seed.
His heart is destitute
Of gratitude-fruit.
My life is destitute
Of perfection-tree.
Excerpt from Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, Part 6 by Sri Chinmoy
Your mind is destitute
Of promise-seed.
His heart is destitute
Of gratitude-fruit.
My life is destitute
Of perfection-tree.
