Transforming The Ignoble… Poem by Minnoor srinivasan

Lord Buddha wandered searching Truth
Renouncing royal living, gone forth!
And the Master went from door to door
With a begging bowl, pomp no more!
Stood like a painting calm and stately.
Lord tranquil, observed silence quietly!
From inside the house a lady vociferous
Uttering ignoble words to ears pious brought food.
Tarry a little, the Lord merciful softly said
If I refrain from accepting the offering, O Maid!
Who would own it, kindly say?
With a nod she uttered, "Certain own I may! "
Thus if I don't accept words unrefined
Who shall own? Hearing words kind
The land-lady got enlightened!
Prostrated solemnly at the feet noble
Repenting for her blunder terrible!