To Nirvana
Incense mingled with sweet smelling flowers...
Gentle chanting cuts through the lapping rain.
Little oil lamps, light the gentle face of Buddha...
His white clad pilgrims, with eyes closed and hands clasped,
Listen to the monk's sermon.
Their gentle walk, light to the mind and soul...
As they observe the way to Nirvana.
Copyright © Kaveesha Ruwindi | Year Posted 2019
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