Pilgrimage Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Pilgrimage

Rating: 5.0


Am I a pilgrim or a wayfarer
in this sanctum or a sanatorium?
Dear mom I was a prisoner for nine months
in your safe waterlogged womb.
But still I cannot swim in the deep seas.
The thorny crown and the cross too heavy for me.
I am only a puppet in the marionette
and somebody draws me here and there.
I am almost tired,
please let it be a freehand
and a freestyle race
without any restrictions.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Nick Percowycz 04 April 2006

But in the end, we still have Hope. You will continue in the race, no matter what. What a great poem by a great poet! Wonderful, Nimal! ! A ten.

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Sandra Fowler 04 April 2006

The light of the human spirit..burns bravely on in spite of all the diffiiculties. A fine poem, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra

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Charles Chaim Wax 04 April 2006

I love the word almost because no matter the crushing world the Warrior goes on ever onward a wonderful poem

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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