He sat where he found solace
Under a fig tree he got a place
A day when he tried to walk away
The reality of life was at bay
Life comes with death is a truth
Old age will follow your youth
He thought it’s all rosy and pious
Unless he sees, something hedious
I am no immortal like any other
Let me go out and feel the wither
He knew what he has left behind
He was ready to face the grind
Nothing is permanent not even breath
So I leave the mansion with my wealth
That’s when he sat where he found solace
That tree where he got a very little space
Now he is strong and not frightened
He didn’t know he was enlightened
O buddha I am no different than you !!
Please take me along make me you !!
Rutuja
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