He had calm blue eyes and stubble
A whisper of a moustache too
Some grey that dotted his rotund head
A smile that called out to you
Of faraway lands and little known faith
Of peace, of war, of smiles and death
His words- titillating and yet pristine
Like ripples of water in sunshine shine.
He spoke of truth, he spoke of love
He spoke of things unknown
And yet he spoke with such candor
Unnerving and true to the soul
Clad in bare robes he seemed warm enough
While bitter winds froze my veins
But I looked at him and his beam
Was like dawn through the cold rain.
How lovely it would seem if all my life
I spent with that serene spirit
Resplendent thoughts his wisdom would lend-
Resplendent emotions elicit.
How peaceful it would seem if all my life
I could bask in his words of merit
Words- sonorous and murmuring at once
Words- like those of no poet.
T’was to be a day of epiphanies
For I learnt I’d fallen in love
With Buddha, his Dharma, but nay, also
A tranquil wandering soul.
But alas, life is not so kind
For he has vowed the life of a monk.
Woe betide me for I have dared
To fall in love with a Buddhist monk.