#(Buddha) 28 Chinchamanavika, A Woman Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Chinchamanaika, a woman,
Was wicked like a demon.
Dressed gorgeously she went
To the monastery very late.

Buddha had just finished
His lectures and found
The hall was empty soon,
But for that woman.

She got up at the end,
And hid herself behind
A bush in the garden,
With a sinister plan.

The night had passed.
And the morning arrived.
After spending the night,
The monastery, she left.

After two months, she told,
I’m carrying Buddha’s child.”
None believed it to be true,
Barring the wicked a few.

One day, she entered the hall,
When the same was full,
And played a foul drama
That she had slept with Buddha.

That the one she carried,
It was Buddha’s child.
Aloud she cried and wept
To earn their support.

Many believed it not.
Some seriously took it.
They all saw his face,
But he maintained silence.

By then blew a strong wind
In that, her clothes fluttered
The pot tied to her waist
Suddenly slipped out.

The pot fell and broke.
Her lie too did break.
Some jealous priests
Had hatched this plot.

After this drama was over,
Buddha gave his lecture.
The story of a physician
He told them then.