Who'll Buy My Giant Pride?
In vain I try to selling my giant pride;
No souls ventures to come forth.
My beloved Lord, You try!
This vital hone only You can ride.
The more my bosom aches, the more it grows.
My hunger plays the fool,
My ignorance knows no school.
The right of destruction piercing flows.
From “My Flute” by Sri Chinmoy
© 1972 by Sri Chinmoy - All rights reserved
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