Struggle's Gloom

With a blank sorrow, heavy I am now grown;
Like things eternal, changeless stands my woe.
In vain I try to overcome my foe.
O Lord of Love! Make me more dead than stone.

Thy Grace of silent Smile I never feel;
The forger of evil stamps my nights and days.
His call my sleepless body ever obeys.
My heart I annihilate and try to heal.

The dumb earth-waste now burns a hell to my soul.
I fail to fight with its stupendous doom,
My breath is a slave of that unending gloom.
For Light I pine, but find a tenebrous goal.

Smoke-clouds cover my face of Spirit's fire;
Naked I move in night's ignorance deep and dire.

- Sri Chinmoy

From: My Flute

Commentary

This is a poem that could make you cry inwardly in desparation.
It highlights the sufferings and struggle's that we may experience at some stage in our life journey.
However this is only one aspect of Sri Chinmoy's poetry for he is a Seer Poet who has passed through the turbulent currents of life to experience the delight of our true inner nature. A poetic description of this life transformation can be seen in The Golden Flute