nimal dunuhinga

Rookie - 151 Points (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Pilgrimage - Poem by nimal dunuhinga

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 about Pilgrimage by nimal dunuhinga

  • (4/4/2006 2:59:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/4/2006 1:53:00 PM)

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

    Kindest regards,

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  • (4/4/2006 11:13:00 AM)

    Nimal: You mention the thorny crown, and heavy cross. You too although you are Budha, we all answer to Christ. We are his slaves, we will never be completly free here on Earth.............Dave (Report) Reply

  • (4/4/2006 11:04:00 AM)

    I love the word
    no matter
    the crushing world
    the Warrior
    goes on
    ever onward
    a wonderful poem
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 4, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 5, 2006

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