Sire, have you felt love ever,
Ever, in your vast pool of lust,
Where you play love forever
With stolen mermaids of love?
When mermaids murmur love
To inflame your ceaseless lust,
Flames of lust must rise above,
Yet yearn for love turns to dust.
When will you cease this quest,
This quest for love in sheer lust
And willfully seek a lasting rest,
Turning lust into a cloud of dust?
Copyright © Feb. 07, 2019, Newton Ranaweera
Image source: Pixabay
(Inspired by Canda-Kinnara Jataka tale (a Buddhist tale)
In one of his previous births, Buddha was born as a fairy in Himalaya, in India. He wife was C(h)anda. One day, they were playing in a little stream. The King of Benaris, who had gone hunting, saw Canda’s beauty and wanted to own her and make her one of his consorts. He shot her lover with an arrow. When Canda was lamenting over her dying husband, the king came toward her; revealed who he was; and promised he would take her to his palace and give her all the comfort that’s beyond her imagination. Canda vehemently refused his offer and called him a brutal murderer, a heartless robber, who kills innocent lovers, and take women as captives to quench his lust. Also, she questioned gods how they allowed this headstrong, lustful man to harm her husband, her great lover. Her great love and lament heated Sakka’s (the supreme god) throne. Sakka came down in guise of a brahmin and healed her husband.