Who'll buy my giant pride?

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In vain I try to sell my giant pride;

No soul ventures to come forth.

My beloved Lord, You try!

This vital horse only You can ride.

The more my bosom aches, the more it grows.

My hunger plays the fool,

My ignorance knows no school.

The night of destruction piercing flows. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,The Inner Promise - Paths to Self-Perfection, Simon and Schuster, 1974
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