When you left royalty for anonymity
Little did you know that
You are being led onto the path of Buddha
And when you were feeble and all bones
From atrocities of the flesh
There was me, Sujata offering you Kheer.
Humanity had no witness, nature did not care
As you took your middle path of flowing like a river
Turning backwards to the place where we had met
Decades had passed by with scars to heal in lost time
Both yours and mine in accepting love and light
Through new births, re-births and salvation of joy
Bangkok to Bodhgaya, Ayodhya to Puri
Beaches and temples and ruins of Nalanda
Carried the footsteps of wandering gypsies
Two souls entwined into one where blood
Refused to entangle even after ‘tarpan’ at Haridwar
Happiness lies in the self, says Astabakra!
Sujata accepted anonymity
blessed and bonded
And you treaded gilded destiny
unchained and liberated
you became the Buddha
sans desires, sans dazzles!