The Ascetic Grieves


Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane
and atone a sin.

The time was catching
up. Like someone plucks a
narcissus for prayer.

Pink and white, the
cherry blossom in your eyes
cracks the asphalt.

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The Ascetic Grieves