Yasodhara Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Leaving Yasodhara and Rahul
One night,
Siddhartha turned into a wanderer.

Left he the home
Leaving them sleeping
In search of light.

Yea, light, knowledge and enlightenment,
Prince Siddhartha turned into
A yogi, fakira.

One night,
One dark night,
Prince Siddhartha slipping away
Letting them in sleep.

But the pains of Yasodhara,
Yasodhara,
The world did not,
Did not.

The tears, tears trickling down,
Down the cheeks of Yasodhara,
The world did not,
Did not.

How could it be,
How could it be,
Yasodhara asking,
Asking?

But who, who to make her understand,
Understand
That he for the sake of knowledge?

That he, he Prince Siddhartha for the sake,
Sake of knowledge
Sake of knowledge.

Yasodhara, Yasodhara
That, that left he,
He the house for a greater cause,
Yasodhara, Yasodhara.

Yasodhara, Yasodhara,
Your pains, Your pains
The world did not,
Did not.


Leaving,
Leaving you sleeping,
Siddhartha,
Siddhartha went away,
Went away, Yasodhara.

Pains, pains had been
Yours,
Yours, Yasodhara,
Yasodhara.

When awoke you,
When awoke you,
Found you,
Found you not.

Prince Siddhartha,
Prince Siddhartha,
Who passed by,
Passed by to be an ascetic.

Yasodhara, Yasodhara,
Your pains,
Pains
The world could not,
Could not, Yasodhara.

Wept you,
Wept you, Yasodhara,
Yasodhara
Feeling the desertion,
Desertion by Buddha.

Yaosdhara, Yasodhara,
The world did not,
Did not
The pains.

The world, world
Could not,
Could not the pains
Of yours.

Yasodahra, Yasodhara,
Yasodhara,
Yasodhara…,
How to your broken heart?

Yasodhara, yasodhara,
How to,
How to console you,
You, your grieving heart?

Broken,
Broken self,
Yasodhara,
Queen Yasodhara?