There are flowers
On both side of the road
that leads to the shrine
These are wild flowers
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Bhaswat my friend! This poem knows time. DHARMIC is this poem indeed!
Greetings of peace! Pilgrimage- the play of words that provides lesson for me to learn. The lesson of self acceptance of who and what I am- the limitation and potentiality; the weakness and strength; the psycho-spiritual and physiological-physical make up of my body. Surely this poem penned the message of love, faith and hope that humanity needs today...the global phenomenon of “denial”. Indeed I like your poem and allow me to share with you my work “Journey” (a little bit long poem) and “A prayer- A confession”; both I would say would allow you to see the other side of being a pilgrim to what most of us believe “to the holy place”. Note: my apology if some areas of my poems were alien to you it because both were influenced of my being a Catholic Christian. Thanks
To find ourselves, we should just look around, and our reflective self will find.
Great poem and a great pilrimage! May Hanumanji bless us all! 10 + -Raj Nandy
This is very good: the best of the lot, to my ear, though the last two lines should go. Well done!