An unaspiring person always complains. There is no end to his complaints. He bitterly complains even when the blessings of opportunity knock at his very door.
Sri Chinmoy, Meditations: food for the soul, Aum Centre, New York, 1970
Sailing the boat of silver light,
The moon-beauty is fast approaching me.
The sky is vibrating with sweet and melodious songs.
The birds are flying beyond the horizon
To an unknown land.
All my hopes are flying without any destination.
Slowly my life's evening sets in.