No Waiting For A Buddha Poem by Namita Rani Panda

"Who are you young lady?
Why are you perspiring profusely
in the dark chilly night
soiling your fair delicate body
and honey coloured hair?
What are you doing dear
with your hurt hands,
swelling heart and
the bruised bleeding body? "
"I'm a love lost bird
building a castle of love
with my flesh, blood and tear
for my lovely loving lover.
I'm a parched dreary desert
digging tirelessly
for an endless fountain of love
to quench my thirst."
"Let me draw out
the dagger of despair,
the arrows of sorrow,
complaint and grief and
smear the balm of love on your sore.
Let me save you
from suffering, decay and death
and bless you with heavenly bliss."
"Who are you young man
to trespass into my life?
I don't believe in rebirth.
My heaven and hell is this earth.
What is it to you if I suffer or rejoice?
Let me suffer for my sin!
Let me struggle and strain!
Let me die and decay!
You go on your own way.
It's none of your business
as a Buddha I desire not,
my beloved I desire the most! "