Saturday 21 June 2014

THE BUDDHA

courtesy : google image

When those feet tasted the first dust

A deep sorrow misted his heart

A violent storm choked blue flow

The lotus seemed to lost its glow

 

A deep sorrow misted his heart

All entangled in dream’s meshes

The lotus seemed to lost its glow

The lion’s out snapping the net

 

All entangled in dream’s meshes

Nettle-desire had broken sting

The lion’s out snapping the net

Paths carved for the brave to follow

 

Nettle-desire had broken sting

Luster found the old home once lost

Paths carved for the brave to follow

Golden lotus bloomed on His trail

 

Posted for Kerry’s hosting Play It Again Toads @ Real Toads: my chosen  prompt is Get  Famous by Fireblossom

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