For years after years you
are silent
In that tranquil place,
I wonder how peacefully
you are sitting
Under that lonely tree,
All those hopeful
creatures
Who knew about you
climbed the mountain on the other day,
Only those who had little
homes and little taste to live
Are late to take their
decisions’ must,
They are thirst to go
ever
To the space you are
dwelling in,
Rather, they are dying…
But the fear to climb to
the top of the hill
And the fear of short
time they are bound in
In this journey some
glorify knowledge, some claim victory
Until they find hunger in
stomach and feel death,
Their tired souls think
“there will be other day to talk to Him”,
They fail, they try, they
hope…
They are incompletely
done,
They fear death…
Now it is your time Buddha, you speak.
~Tapas Sarkar

