Junior Buddha

There was a crazy man, who roamed his land
He was cynical, silent and bold
His mind often pondered of the spirit of man
He thought of answers untold

The riches of his land was his to command
Fair and compatible was his betrothed
They wandered sans lust, pondered through troughs
For enlightenment of young spirits and old

But alone he must strive, alone through the nights
The answers will come to his question
And set forth he thrust, just before dawn
No note, no signs, no load

Reviews

[B R Pawan Kumar]

great poem. Shows the grit and determination of Buddha.

sadho sadho sadho