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.


From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol. 8, No.10, May 1973, AUM Centre Press, 1973
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