838. Father, Father, do me a favour, pleaseFather, Father, do me a favour, please,
"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
Also grant your prayer."
Sri Chinmoy, The Dance of Life, part 17, Agni Press, 1973