{"id":686,"date":"2009-06-21T09:21:25","date_gmt":"2009-06-21T09:21:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/library\/my-flute\/struggles-gloom\/"},"modified":"2015-02-16T21:15:38","modified_gmt":"2015-02-16T21:15:38","slug":"struggles-gloom","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/?page_id=686","title":{"rendered":"Struggle&#8217;s Gloom"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>With a blank sorrow, heavy I am now grown;<br \/>\nLike things eternal, changeless stands my woe.<br \/>\nIn vain I try to overcome my foe.<br \/>\nO Lord of Love! Make me more dead than stone.<\/p>\n<p>Thy Grace of silent Smile I never feel;<br \/>\nThe forger of evil stamps my nights and days.<br \/>\nHis call my sleepless body ever obeys.<br \/>\nMy heart I annihilate and try to heal.<\/p>\n<p>The dumb earth-waste now burns a hell to my soul.<br \/>\nI fail to fight with its stupendous doom,<br \/>\nMy breath is a slave of that unending gloom.<br \/>\nFor Light I pine, but find a tenebrous goal.<\/p>\n<p>Smoke-clouds cover my face of Spirit&#8217;s fire;<br \/>\nNaked I move in night&#8217;s ignorance deep and dire.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"small\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/library\/my-flute\/sweet-sweeter-sweetest\/\">Next poem<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\"><span class=\"small\">From: <a title=\"My Flute\" href=\"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/library\/my-flute\/\">My Flute <\/a>by\u00a0 Sri Chinmoy<\/span><\/p>\n<p align=\"left\">\n<p align=\"left\">\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Array<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":581,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-686","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/686","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=686"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/686\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6379,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/686\/revisions\/6379"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.srichinmoypoetry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=686"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}