789. My death is irreparable

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Your death is inconceivable.

Only Heaven is aware of it.

His death is incomparable.

Only death is aware of it.

My death is irreparable.

Friends, do not mind!

At times I allow my pride-horse

To play its usual role. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
Sourced from https://srichinmoylibrary.com/eb