Heart Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Heart



I am a journeyman; a solitary pilgrim.
Worried for nothing,
If your heart is an inn
I'll be your first lodger to stay in.
I am a blind man, helpless creature and lost my way
If your heart can see a remedy to my vision
I'll be your first patient
I am a cripple with crutches lost everything
If your heart is a burial place
I'll be the first luckiest man to rest in peace in your bosom.

Monday, October 31, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
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nimal dunuhinga

nimal dunuhinga

kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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