Treasure Island

Najeeb Adam


The Prophet Of Lotus


Siddhartha, when he
Was 29, living in the
Kingdom
Of flesh and fruits,
And thinking of
Human loneliness;
he saw a beggar's
Shadow on his
His own!
The imperial agony of
Being men/woman?

Then the tempest
Of wife,
Bedbugs,
Son,
Temptations,
But never a
Call from
God himself!

A night was

Enlightened!
Enlightened!
Enlightened!

Feast of goat.
A handful of milk,

After so many years.
Kushinagar,
Buddha at his dying age!
While walking through
The street with
Hundreds of
Disciples as thousands
Of bloomed lotus
On pond, some
Of them saw
A king's shade
That leaning
Backward of
Budha!

But Buddha,
An atheist friend
Of god
Never ever
See the
Shadow of
God own him.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013
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