50. Perfect strangersLord, Lord,
Save me, save me.
I am in terrible danger.
I am fighting against time
To prove to my spiritual children
That I am a poet of high magnitude.
Father, do save me, save me.
"Son, don't insult Me.
You and I are perfect strangers
To the birth and life of defeat."
Sri Chinmoy, The Golden Boat, part 5, Agni Press, 1974