Vesak 2

The branches in foliar dressings, The bright yellow mangos, On a tree, that remained elusive To the passers by, while a little monk looks at the sky, As moonbeams fall on mangoes, Like lanterns on tips of branches, waiting To be plucked by hand, or pole, or perhaps, A greedy peck of a bird. How…

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Vesak

How a candle made of wax, Is now a glass bulb, inside weather-proofed Vesak lanterns; While a monk carries A saffron colored umbrella, and walks To a temple, while the rain pummels, As a little child, places a paper boat On a mud puddle, waiting for nightfall, To see what marvels light can do. The…

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