454. No room of its own

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My heart showed me its room:

An angel-bloom.

My mind showed me its room:

A titan-gloom.

His vital showed me its room:

A dragon-doom.

Alas, my body has no room of its own;

It is desperately looking for a room. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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