The Prophet Of Lotus
Siddhartha, when he
Was 29, living in the
Of flesh and fruits,
And thinking of
he saw a beggar's
Shadow on his
The imperial agony of
Then the tempest
But never a
Feast of goat.
A handful of milk,
After so many years.
Buddha at his dying age!
While walking through
The street with
Disciples as thousands
Of bloomed lotus
On pond, some
Of them saw
A king's shade
An atheist friend
God own him.
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