37. STRUGGLE’S GLOOM

With a blank sorrow heavy I am now grown;
Like things eternal changeless stands my woe.
In vain I try to overcome my foe.
O Lord of Love! make me more dead than stone.

Thy Grace of silent smile I never feel,
The forger of Evil stamps my nights and days.
His call my sleepless body ever obeys.
My heart I annihilate and try to heal.

The dumb earth-waste now burns a hell to my soul.
I fail to fight with its stupendous doom,
My breath is a slave of that unending gloom.
For Light I pine, but find a tenebrous goal.

Smoke-clouds cover my Face of Spirit’s fire;
Naked I move in night’s ignorance deep and dire.

Sri Chinmoy, Flame Waves.First published by Sri Aurobindo Ashram in 1955.

This is the th book that Sri Chinmoy has written since he came to the West, in 1964.

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