Like a material,
Like a lesson for
a life,
The buds are
released from the place of born.
Reminding …………
The Pali stanza,
preached, long ago by Lord Buddha
‘The born, the becoming, the produced,
The made, the compounded, the unstable,
Subject to decay and death …………..’
Like a lesson for a life,
The decayed are
relaxing,
Fertilizing the
earth,
Like a woman
honoring a goddess of her faith.
Awaken nidikumba lined
at a corner
Surprisingly, like
an (in) active child
that refuses to go
to school,
Until mama comes
and kisses his forehead
“Wakeup child its
time to go to school”
In this very,
almost Morning
The drops were
cemeterized,
leaving the space
for an unknown fauna
Yet,
No ‘Sabba paapassa
akaran’ was heard or preached,
And no ‘aniccawata
sancara!’ were bannered,
Unless ‘good
mornings’, shared
With few,
Unknown, yet faces
known
Inevitable
mornings, afternoons, and nights
The known are
expressible
Am I relaxed?
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