244. The drops of sorrow
The drops of sorrowDivide me, my heart,
My all.
Because of sorrow's dart
I am now sick,
I am now weak,
Stupid-callous-abrupt.
Sri Chinmoy, A soulful cry versus a fruitful smile, Agni Press, 1977
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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