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The Buddha

You sit in calm posture
on the engraved wooded stool.
Eyes shut
The morn ray touches
your creaseless forehead
attempting to fulfill
a prophecy for me.
But you speak with no words
a language that confounds me
yet makes you smile.
The most dazzling smile,
as the sun sets beyond.
Your smile turns even more benign
while my confusion increases.
O Buddha! will you not
allow me inside your secret world?


More By  :  Shashi Gupta

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