611. Daughter, such a long delay

"Daughter, such a long delay.

How do you account for it?"

I am embarrassed, Father.

I was having a heart-to-heart talk

With ignorance-night.

"Ignorance-night?

God bless you,

Since I dare not bless you."


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