Buddha can no longer sit so calm and smile
Nor can he pose to meditate for a little while
As serial blasts stalked and rocked his cradle-
Seat of enlightenment at Mahabodhi Temple
Caught in vicious circle in long stretching tails
Nefarious tentacles of vices in their vile bales.
His sublime thoughts of global peace and love
Churned out to the people as a treasure-trove
Down succumbed bolstered, frosted, blasted
His non-violence lessons lie lessened, belittled
By the dogmatic violence in the turbulent times
Of the present world rife with countless crimes.
No more smiling, old Buddha profusely bleeds
Hard hit and struck by berserk sects and creeds.
His enlightenment has long lightened the souls
Humanity is stung by snakes of sectarian holes.