#(Buddha) 10 Sight Of A Mendicant

Even at the pleasure palace, Siddhartah had lost his patience. He went to pleasure garden To forget his mental pain. But there also the old, The sick and the dead Haunted one by one Before his mental screen. His father saw his mood, To change it, he tried. He advised, “Listen Siddhartha, my son.” “I agree, this is the truth, Old age, sickness, or death, One cannot, anytime, avoid, And this is the will of God.” “Life is a gift of God. And it has to be lived. In fact, every life is precious. And every moment is precious. “You’re young and bold. And not a coward.” You’ve to perform Your duties well in time.” He loved his father well. But his wavering mind still Searched for the truth In the spiritual path. This time, he went out From the North gate, And saw a mendicant, Nearing him, in front. Though his look was calm, He was begging for alms. Siddhartha curiously asked, “Why you beg for food? ” He replied, “Oh My Lord, I left my family for good As I’m searching for pleasure That’ll not diminish forever.” The prince thought of this man, Whose quest was like his own. This prompted him to go out, What the truth was, to find out. This intention, when he told, His father rejected and said, “You’ll take up this throne As I’m now too old to reign.” “Death or disease is common, And it’s not your concern, At this young age of yours, You listen to my advice.” Not pleased with his father He retired to his chamber, With the query in his mind, The real truth, how to find?