838. Father, Father, do me a favour, please

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Father, Father, do me a favour, please,

Will You?

“What kind of favour,

What kind of favour, son?”

This thoughtless world has made me sick.

I want to die, I want to die.

“Son, your case is not serious at all.

If and when your sickness becomes serious, fatal or incurable,

I shall let you know

And

Also grant your prayer.”

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From:Sri Chinmoy,The Dance of Life, part 17, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1973
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/dl_17