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They called me to come along
I was lying empty, devastated, ruined
Where the night like a sheet, covered the frozen pain,
The torn heart bled and poison burnt the veins.
In that deep endless cave,
Though the call failed to cause the ripple
Still realizing the cold lonely night,
Melting ice of humanity opened face, trickled
Breaking the edge of mountains
Whose painful death, tearing our chest,
We announced so many times.
Ah! That secret flow of life
Felt like the fragrance of jasmine
And spilled the sunshine on the windowpane
A Siddhartha
After a war establishes a Buddha
Beneath the tree of wisdom
And we walk for a thousand more years. |
