YOUR SPACE
Poetry
Analysis
What was the infinity
of pain in everyday life? At night
I scramble to catch the moon.
You were always invisible.
I collect dust under your feet. Wanted
to become like you O Buddha.
Sometimes you cry
silently in the sun under the sky. The
shade of the Bo tree burns.
What was the infinity
of pain in everyday life? At night
I scramble to catch the moon.
You were always invisible.
I collect dust under your feet. Wanted
to become like you O Buddha.
Sometimes you cry
silently in the sun under the sky. The
shade of the Bo tree burns.
The world was told everything needed to be told by Adisankara and Buddha. Rama and Gandhi demonstrated the same. But the world has not learnt either from the theory or from the practical models.
Rajendra Singh Baisthakur
, Nellore, AP
Author
Satish Verma
kantasatish@gmail.com, Ajmer
Nov 05, 2023