Samsara

Oh! I watch this wonderful game in a lonely park.
A millionaire strikes a small ball with his iron club
And it flies to infinity,
He goes behind that happily.
The poor sinner caddy too crawls towards him
with a heavy bag that full of debts on his oblique shoulder.

*[ The endless journey, what 'Buddha' explains; cycle of unlimited births & deaths.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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