Sangfroid Buddha
Decades of sweat and toil
Turn a filthy hell-hole
The colossal disasters efface
Even the civilized human race
The bereaved throat sobs
Every eye sheds tears
Yet amid the weird graveyard
The tranquil Buddha sits unmoved!
(In tsunami-smitten Shrilanka
this was the scene in
one of the graveyards)
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