Flower Of Sanctity Poem by Jayatissa K. Liyanage

Abode inhabited, a bed of muck and dirt,
Putrefying fermenting and stinking world,
Engulfed and entombed in entire darkness,
Nauseating and appalling by human standards.

Despite, you enthrall the human heart,
Purity of ours is what you caste,
Entangling from the bottom of sink
Surrogating benthos, besieged to the brim.

Penetrating walls of encapsulating rot,
Emanating unblemished from mawkish pot.
Yet, you don't carry a speck of dirt,
Ever looking like, though, purified gold.

Glimpsed glistening from the gloomy cloud,
Appearing all of a sudden as if from heaven,
Dazzling luster, stroke, full spectrum,
Showering fragrance on the world hails from.

You make the environ ever so graceful,
Soothing and benevolent to eyes beheld,
Being cleansed of dirt, alluring to the eye,
Appeasing redolence purifies my psyche

Not letting down your own surrounding,
Remain in harmony with where you're belonging
Sacred and precious, deserves to treat,
And to be offered at Lord Buddha's feet.

So noble is your quality rhymed chime,
Makes you dieing to be on sacrosanct shrine,
A daunting lesson to the world insane,
Lotus, sans rhapsody, makes us feel tamed