Long ago,
When the world embarked
On its journey to hell,
There lived a warrior,
A shield bearer,
But on heaven and hell
He would dwell.
So he went to a saint,
Named master Zen;
"Oh master! Is there a heaven?
Is there a hell? "
Then asked master Zen
"Who are you, are you a thief? "
"No master! To the emperor, I am the samurai chief"
With a strange grin, said Master Zen
"With a beggar's face,
You are the king's disgrace,
You told a lie,
You aren't a Samurai"
With the gall so new
His sword he drew,
But with a mind so calm
Said the master well
"Here open the gates of hell"
With his eyes abashed,
His pride mashed
The warrior sheathed his sword,
To the master he bowed,
And With a similar grin,
Said Master Zen
"Here open the gates of heaven"
wow...i hv read this story some where......thnx 4 writing a poem on it and sharing....kp penning...
really good, positive a very good story in a good poem, the poem has nice craft too..
I love it, it is incredible! Just beautiful and mystical. Anther great write Shouvik!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem! Well done