838. Father, Father, do me a favour, please

Father, Father, do me a favour, please,
Will You?
“What kind of favour,
What kind of favour, son?”

This thoughtless world has made me sick.
I want to die, I want to die.

“Son, your case is not serious at all.
If and when your sickness becomes serious, fatal or incurable,
I shall let you know
And
Also grant your prayer.”
Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 17, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973