34. When I look at him

When I look at him

I see an aura of fear

Behind his head.

When I look at him

I see an aura of death

Around his face.

A mere mortal

He can never be.

An inner pain

Gnaws at him

Constantly.

His is a life of

Ill-fortune

And

Hermit-existence.


From:Sri Chinmoy,The Golden Boat, part 4, Agni Press, 1974
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