My life-desert

I want not what I need,

I roam in eyeless Night,

Ignorance sports with me,

With me I ever fight.


The riddle of my life-desert

What soul of Might can solve?

Alack, I am undone!

Before me death-doors revolve.


From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No. 9, April 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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