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A Wandering Mind

so we sailed the seas,
in search of that one moment,
in the highlands of earth,
we found creatures together,
in unison over a religion,

we sailed the seas,
through the ages,
of men and women,
who failed to see unity,
that was in truth,
a religion

again we sailed the seas,
to discard this mask,
together with its evil,
and tears of blood together,
there is no unity now.
ever again.

-gp-2006-

[+] Something of hope and desires which are sadly very far away from us today.
[+] Champagne Supernova. Revisited.

Comments

Nice poem....Havent seen someone write of religion and the sea...A nice and sensible combination!!
Keshi said…
**who failed to see unity,
that was in truth,
a religion

love that expression!

U write so well Ghosty..Im hooked :)

Keshi.
Cinderella said…
You do have a fetish for good poems.All of them were real good ones,specially "Rainbook III" and "Girl form chennai".
Gonna come back for more.
Jeevan said…
Life is a boat, which sail in the sea. Nice Poem friend:)

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