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Buddha

    

          The winding steps

     took me  to the crest  of the hill

   into the dark scented chamber.

  The Buddha looked  calm.

  The studded gems

  on the crown

    shimmered  in the incensed

    sacred   hall.

    I gazed at his half-opened

   down cast eyes

    tried   to penetrate

   deep into them.

   My sorrows melted away in no time

    and left me in the land of bliss.

    Saintly and pure. 

    If this be  eternity

   perhaps I  had  experienced  it

   though It lasted.

  for a few seconds only.

  The downward descent of the hill

   placed me once again

  back to the mundane world

  of pleasures and pains

   seemingly apparent

    but not real.

   what remains is 

   the memory of Buddha.

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