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The wave subsides and the wave rises.
 The flower withers and the flower blossoms.
There is no end to human wants
And human achievements.
Nothing is permanent and nothing is fleeting.
Then for whom shall we cry,
For what shall we cry?
Whom shall we invoke
With a new thought and new form?
Everything eventually blossoms.[39]


it is as if the poet, in these lyrics, is articulating a mood, a passing vibration from the world around. This mood need not necessarily be his own-it may be one that he has absorbed on the strength of his identification with another person. Consequently, there are many lyrics that express states or feelings which cannot be attributed to the poet directly This detachment of the writer from his work need not affect the integrity of his writing for it is the business of the poet to perceive a particular truth-essence and transform it into the material of his poetry This truth may or may not be inherent in his own life. Sri Chinmoy explains further:


    It is said that a poet has no character of his own. Now I wish to say, why should a poet have a character of his own? A poet identifies with truth. if he has to express anger through his poem, then naturally he will identify himself with the anger-consciousness. If he has to express love, then he will have to identify himself with love-consciousness. On the strength of his identification with the reality he has envisioned, he reveals to the world his inspiration and aspiration.
    A poet sees the truth from various angles. He is not obligated to see the truth always from one angle. A poet can speak of one particular subject in various ways. This moment he may praise and invoke death and the next moment he may criticise death. That does not mean that the poet is a man of no principles. Far from it! When he stays in a particular plane of consciousness, according to the capacity and receptivity that he has at that time, he sees death in one form. When he stays in another plane of consciousness, he  may see death in a different way, with a different aspect...[40]

 

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