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There was a time

When the poet in me

Prayerfully desired to roam and roam

Inside my heart-garden.

The poet in me now sleeplessly cries

To clasp the flower-beauty

Of my heart-garden.

And before long, the poet in me

Will meditatively grow into

The nectar-fragrance-delight

Of my heart-garden. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Poetry: My Rainbow-Heart-Dreams, Perfection-Glory Press, Augsburg., 1993
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