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.
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The light of the human spirit..burns bravely on in spite of all the diffiiculties. A fine poem, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra
I love the word almost because no matter the crushing world the Warrior goes on ever onward a wonderful poem
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.