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My Lord,

Every day I send my pure heart

In search of You.

With such eagerness

My heart runs here and there

To catch a glimpse of You

And prostrate before You

With such humble petition.

Alas,

Every day it comes back to me

With utterly fruitless failure-pangs.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,Volcano-agonies of the seekers, Agni Press, 1995
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