The 4th of 6th lunar calender reminded,
The four NOBLE TRUTH kissed and left Buddha's lips,
Yet wake up was as pig ignorant till its peak,
Moving day let news sink in auditory senses as water in sand,
I sung, chatted and delivered speeches but only to color purity of the day,
Crowbar could have turned needle of my effort of inspiring through speeches,
Success or not I landed up doing nothing at all,
Not even mini-fractions of what I told others to do got live,
Least a constant nagging mind to do was last hope from none,
Things and distraction cropped up,
Hour hand crossed 12 a.m and day remained just an ordinary,
If I had inspired people and if they did their best,
May be appreciating them might have treated me,
If they benefitted even a single sentient being,
I am done partially and I saved share as them,
Yet why have I lost my hardwork, time and energy?
Couldn't merits and help be greater if I had been useful too?
I saw prayer flags high on mountain peak,
I showed them journey right or wrong,
I had a mind to travel till peak as them,
Yet distraction of mind kept me static,
I just started a move and flags vanished.
Hope I made them try or reach,
To already aware thanks travelling for you made me travel too.
You were savior and you shall remain one.
