5. O lightless eyes of mine
O lightless eyes of mine,
I say, starve not, starve not, just cry.
The golden hour shall dawn
In the feeble mind of desert dry.
Your hope-life shall not die,
Your doleful fate is bound to change.
Your cry shall fly and fly
To the cosmic Spirit’s Vision-range.
Sri Chinmoy, I shall forgive my past, Agni Press, New York, 1976