O! Buddha Look Behind
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And see how in the religious
Narrow mindedness what havoc
Your followers play with the humanity.
Though I do not regard you a prophet,
Yet no less than towering apostles of the time.
See how followers of Muhammad (PBUH)
And Alia are victimized by your deviated cliques,
They bestow you grandeur and dignity,
Hundreds of years before they hailed upon the Earth.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And remember how you were troubled,
On seeing sufferings of the human fellows,
Irrespective to caste creed and colour.
Remember how often you wept at nights,
Discarding all regal pleasures of the palace,
You escaped to the nearby woodland,
And mediated for weeks by exposing
Yourself to the winds and harshness of weather,
And once you saw the Enlightenment
Beneath a thick shady Banyan.
I have a belief in presence of the Omnipresent,
And the enlightenment was his manifestation,
You found the existence but I have a faith.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And remember how you prayed for
That some thirsty animal should quench
Thirst by drinking your blood,
And the starved hungry by eating your flesh,
The shivering beings in cold might warm themselves,
By burning your bones, and the needy naked
Might clad by stitching the dress of your skin.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
How your followers distorted your teachings,
They on plains and forest of Burma,
Have fried in the cauldrons the kids and infants,
Of the followers of Muhammad (PBUH) and Alia:
Whom you dreamt, you founded the religion,
They are being rustled in the boiling oil,
Men and women are being chased to death,
Their limbs are being cut asunder with sharp
Weapons: swords, rapiers, daggers and knives,
Their chests are perforated with the bullets,
Streets of the cities and villages are coloured red,
Blood is splattered all-around and smoke rises
From ashes of the burnt cottages,
Dead bodies lay there indisposed in the streets,
On the plains and in thick forests of Burma,
Stench of the burnt flesh torments even animals,
The cruelty has surpassed all precedents of history.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And speak me whether the brute are your disciples,
Or the ones whom you have cursed and condemned,
And to whom you have no relations at all.
U.N.O is silent, N.A.T.O's peace keeping forces
Do not have any concern for the Muslims
Are being killed, I myself am a culprit, a wrongdoer
For I don't have the courage to raise voice
And shake conscience of the kings and heads of the states,
Who live in the palaces with numerous wives
And whores and with the children whom often
They do not recognize if by chance
They encounter them in the palaces amid the ocean.
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And he worshiped the Hindu Gods,
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And he worshiped the Father,
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Religicide
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Saved, so I've been told,
And practice all those rituals
Passed down from days of old,
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Two thousand years ago,
The followers of Jesus, Buddha,
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Fanatics roam the earth,
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By the values of their dearth,
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Or what man has begun,
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In circles, round the sun!
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Camp Followers
In the old wars of the world there were camp-followers,
Women of ancient sins who gave themselves for hire,
Women of weak wills and strong desire.
And, like the poison ivy in the woods
That winds itself about tall virile trees
Until it smothers them, so these
Ruined the bodies and the souls of men.
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As Followers of the Camps.
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Lord Buddha smiled
Thousand of years ago the world came into smiles
There was misery, plight and agony all for while
No respect for nature, young, old or child
There prevailed rule of jungles and people were wild
Lord Buddha stepped out from his silence
He was all out to alleviate the sufferings in his presence
The divine knowledge and power were of no use
Until was parted to encourage love and tensions to defuse
His message of love is of immense value even today
Hated and not love should be given go by all the way
Love and trust to form the integral part of human nature
This can only guarantee us for lovely life and stable future
When Buddha smiled years back he had only meaning
The world was to think and have peaceful and one leaning
To support right cause and work for peace to benefit mankind
Not to work for evil forces or jump into actions amounting to be unkind
The world was given indication of coming peace
Life was to spent with all hopes and at ease
No bloodbath was to take place as many kings joined
The effort was appreciated and move was combined
World at large had heaved a sigh of relief
It was victory for truth and had firm belief
Whole area was come under magic spell
Everything was going be in order and very well
Lord Buddha had smiled with some aim and purpose
Everything was plain and clear and no room to suppose
Years later that meaning for smile was to be changed
The destruction with stability was all that arranged
Lord Buddha smiled on in India with first atomic device explosion
No one really knew what did the words carry meaning for explosion or implosion
There was not to be any meaning except self destruction or for many
There was to be left no doubt to the whole of world if to be seen as any
Lords Buddha’s smile had different relevance today
It was not meant to love but of deterrence way
Love was not to be countered with love but with equal force
The stock pilling of weapons was to be of great formidable source
Lord may be smiling from heaven at today’s scene
Love and peace is of same relevance today but differently seen
It can be seen as weakness as no longer it is in hands of weak
The love can and withstands any threat if someone chooses to speak
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Red Velvet Sacks And Elephants
Troubled times are here
Pagan Min is King,
he's a tyrant and insane,
and capable of anything.
He fears losing his crown,
so he's killing all his kin.
Assassin's are his only friends
and they murder for him.
In red velvet sacks,
the royal family were tied
for elephants to trample them
until no one cried.
This cardinal sin against Buddha
did his insanity no good.
So the assassins were executed
for spilling their blood.
He was haunted by the dead,
who at night arose,
which worsened his insanity
so he was deposed.
His brother Mindon who fled Burma
lived across the border in Siam,
as a guest of King Nang Klao,
and later Mongkut, a religious man.
Mongkut of Siam and Mindon of Burma,
Kings and good friends they became.
Mindon brought wealth and prosperity to Burma,
but hindered Britain throughout his reign.
However, the fortunes of this country
were seized by the next tyrant king.
Prince Theebaw's seizure of the thrown
led to more velvet sacks and killing.
He and his wife's greed for territory and slaves
caused the British to declare war.
Many soldiers were killed by jungle fever,
however, the deposed king ruled no more.
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Buddha Walked Exploration Path Embraced Embodied
Buddha was not a self styled teacher of light
Buddha walked exploration path embraced embodied
became light those inspired who could followed
those inspired who could followed at their own pace
enlightenment is not a teacher taught subject
all individuals all souls will must their own path find
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