Vesak 4

The drapery of monks Yellow, amber, orange, saffron, The many colors akin to a full chalice of light, The cynosure of a night, while stars look like They could use a little attention, while the moon lets Eyes be drawn towards her, Just like a visiting child in the temple, Looking at a bald child…

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…

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…

Vesak Poems

Vesak 1 When all the shops in town Hang a closed sign For the common man to flock To a draped seat where enlightenment Radiates from lips through ear. Still sermons, they don’t move The Himalayan mountains Through a crack in the conscience, Nor people less attracted to color And light, wanting so much To…