Towards The Nirvana

Immersed in the ocean of thoughts
Was prince Siddhartha,
At a window, he stood
That which showed him a forged world
But across the boundaries of his palace
Was a world that contradicted his conviction

His eyes lost into the eternal sky
His mind, wading through the torrent
of questions that had now begun to tease him
The winds that came from the town side,
those which used to kiss his tender cheeks,
now brought shouts of suffering and illness.

each blink of his eyes, brought forth the images
the painful cycle of birth and death
Illness ready to invade, youth sure to fade
On each turn of the minute, death ready to celebrate
Fear, anxiety lust and hate
Tangled is the sublime soul, freedom, it awaits

Disrobed of his pride,
Disarmed of his pleasures
searching for the pearls of ultimate truth
In the prosperous womb of solitude
Barefooted he walked, into the forest of time,
His nascent steps towards ‘The Nirvana’