Akeldama Poem by premji premji

Gautama Buddha stood near the dead-body of Judas Iscariot. Hot blood was still gushing out from his broken skull. The potter's field remained as a red painting made of blood and his bowels gushed out looked like mating pythons.

‘One-day, this place will be known as ‘the field of blood'; Gautama told himself and sank into deep meditation. When he opened his eyes, Jesus was sitting beside him with tears...

‘Why do you cry? '

‘Sacrifice recognizes sacrifice…'

Gautama smiled and that smile got transferred to Jesus also, for true smile is made of sacrifice!