7622. His Days Die With Sombre Sleep

His days die with sombre sleep.

His nights die with giant groans.

What can you expect

From such an ill-fated

And Heaven-denied man?


From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 77, Agni Press, 1983
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