The Discovery Poem by tharmingam khangrah

The Discovery

Rating: 5.0


Life flies on like a wounded butterfly
Mornings filled with hope thinking it's a new day
Yet nothing 'NEW' seems to dawn
I traveled within the same circle
To complete the never ending gyre.
When there is a conflict deep within
Between the heart and the head
I followed where my lungs lead me
For I misplaced both my head and heart.
Religion corrupted my existence
Faith is buried in creativity
When man evolved, funny ideas flew by
That was how I discovered
God on the leaf of a papyrus.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
John Nightingale 19 January 2008

For me the opening line says it all. 'Wounded butterfly'. Brilliant.

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