The Poet Some Called Him Eccentric Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The Poet Some Called Him Eccentric



Hey! You asked my Religion very frequently
My Father is a Buddhist and Mother
A Baptized Protestant.
In my certificate of birth they registered me as a Buddhist.
But my religion is Humanism!
I am sure you all laugh and tell;
'There's no Religion by such a name in the World.'
Sorry, this may bitter for you,
When Adam eats the forbidden fruit
Eve's shy and covered her secret place with a Maple leaf?
And the invisible Gardener kept quiet.
That's called Humanism the oldest Religion!

nimal dunuhinga

Sunday, October 17, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,sorry
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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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