320. Who knows?
Who knows?Who knows?
Who knows why and how
I made friends with doubt?
Now, no matter how I cry,
No matter how I shout,
My shameless enemy, doubt,
Does not leave me alone.
I cry, I moan, I groan.
My doubt-friend continues
Its shameless and ruthless game.
Sri Chinmoy, A soulful cry versus a fruitful smile, Agni Press, 1977
