The Buddha Will be Reborn...!

By Ballaleshwar Tela

Every few thousand years

A soul becomes free

Burden of humanity he bears

Like full-moon—his grace and his glory

Naïve was Buddha till,

He crossed the sea

Won he his own will—

Heaven’s decree

In mire—a lotus bloomed

Mara, he defeated;

The king of ignorance was doomed—

And was overcome the army of wicked

Now compassion was befriended

Like evening star accompanies moon

And honey and milk—blended

To sentients a boon…!

Soul’s thorns were undone

To the world a blessing

A pure soul became enlightened one—

Pure love spread as to its calf; cow’s caressing

A sun—he shined from dawn to stifling noon

Then it was dark…

One day he will be reborn—

And when it is, in a new era we will embark…

By Ballaleshwar Tela