The Fish Of St. Anselm Poem by Mustafa Kenj

The Fish Of St. Anselm



By Kenj

Rivers as so wild flow, fish no power but to follow
Up to the sea the journey ends yet a new starts
As born they think a home first and ever to last
Time passes, to change the perfect they want not
‘Ve heard the fool to St. Anselm, in hands the betters
Hence the mind from the unknown freaks and fears
As elder fish travel connections with youngest drops
Poor fish their only wish the destination late to reach
So far so impossible the find just by mind only to perceive
Pressure on ears as down soo high on eyes as deep so dark

Sunday, November 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: belief,christianity,metaphysical,philosophical ,philosophy
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 10 November 2019

Rivers as wild flow, great write

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Mustafa Kenj 10 November 2019

Thank you very much

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