244. The drops of sorrow

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The drops of sorrow

Divide me, my heart,

My all.

Because of sorrow's dart

I am now sick,

I am now weak,

Stupid-callous-abrupt.

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From:Sri Chinmoy,A soulful cry versus a fruitful smile, Agni Press, 1977
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