The Buddhist And I Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The Buddhist and I


The Buddhist sat in Buddha pose,
Under the tree.
I asked him something,
But he didn't recognize me.

His pose didn't let him hear me.
The meditation was deep.
This Buddhist then got up,
And asked me if I needed something.

I told him I wanted the world.
I told him I desired beautiful women,
And wanted to rule over mankind.
I desired everything.

The Buddhist asked me if I was happy.
I said I wasn't happy at all.
The Buddhist told me about,
Living without attachments and that desires cause misery.