Compelled by a dragon-fate,
You failed to see the face of ecstasy.
The want of sight and wives
Had planted in you a venom-tree.
But ‘Paradise Lost’ of yours
Will never be lost with history’s fleeting flow.
Our world treasures your boon,
And yours was the life that suffered a giant blow.
Excerpt from Philosopher-Thinkers: The Power-Towers Of The Mind And Poet-Seers: The Fragrance-Hours Of The Heart In The West
by Sri Chinmoy.