362. Wings of time

All my days have wings.

They simply fly away.


All my hours have wings.

Slowly and steadily

They fly away.


None of my moments have wings.

They just linger in my inspiration

And

Torture my aspiration.


From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Agni Press, 1974
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