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Sailing the boat of silver light,

The moon-beauty is fast approaching me.

The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs.

The birds are flying beyond the horizon

To an unknown land.

All my hopes are flying without any destination.

Slowly my life’s evening sets in.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The caged bird and the uncaged bird, Agni Press, 1998
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