He died for the Goddess of Beauty.
She saw him not.
He died for the Goddess of Wealth.
She blessed him not.
He died for the Goddess of Love.
She granted not an iota of love to him.
He died for the Goddess of Duty.
She descended.
She came.
She blessed.
She perfected.
She fulfilled.
She immortalised
His life of desire without,
His life of aspiration within.
Poem By Sri Chinmoy
From: The Dance of Life