Buddha Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Buddha

Rating: 5.0


Yonder you can see the palce
With all its magnificence,
With the Imperial guards,
Minsters, jesters, harem women,
Passing in the bylanes,
With the choicest of goods,
Inside the palace, for purchase
With the gold coins people carried
On their cloth pouches, tucked
Into the different clothes they wore
On their waste for identification.
This great palace is the one
Left by the Imperial Prince
Siddharatha which meant
The one in search of salavation.
Not having gone out of his
Palace, one day on a tour
He found many lepors and poor
People which he failed
To understand why such things
Happened in his world of pleasure
Inside the palace, where
He had a wife and many consorts.
After months of thinking,
Did he leave the palce in silence
All alone, and travelled far.

He sat under a Banyan tree,
In meditation, trying to find god
And the ultimate bliss which
Dawned on one day.
People came and visited him,
Thinking he was a holy man,
And made offerings which
He denied and meditated.

One day he broke his silence,
And taught all around,
That material pleasure is nothing,
Helping needy is the supreme duty,
Knowledge is but devine,
And there is no god in the world.

He was called Buddha, the enlightened
and became a god himself
to all his followers and, Alas!
A religion was made with his teaching.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Thad Wilk 17 October 2007

Ravikiran! Very nice write as usual; and educational as well! (a 10) ! ! Thad

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Trissur, Kerala State, India.
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