Buddha – the escapist?

The old man selling tea,

Young men with office-burden

Decorated on their back

Walk on the road

And I walk the same

Thinking of world, wisdom and woe.

Heavy steps I raise

Nearing the door of my workplace

Thinking of fribble, friend and foe.

Did Buddha think of his family?

Now on the office chair

I justify my oblivious attitude.

Yes, he moved into some anomaly!

Parents, wife and son –

How could be he so rude?

‘Hurry, it’s time to lunch.’

Some hours more and

Again the men old and young

The same road, same path

And destination same.

Less time I have to think

Of the universal family philosophy.

Will they feed my own?

The eternal dilemma goes on…