5. O lightless eyes of mine


O lightless eyes of mine,

I say, starve not, starve not, just cry.

The golden hour shall dawn

In the feeble mind of desert dry.

Your hope-life shall not die,

Your doleful fate is bound to change.

Your cry shall fly and fly

To the cosmic Spirit’s Vision-range.


From:Sri Chinmoy,I shall forgive my past, Agni Press, New York, 1976
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