Pu-Tai
Old fat monk
with a colourful cloth bag,
filled with woes of the world
walking down a wonderful path.
Where people worked day and night.
he would wink at them to bring the smile.
in the snow filled town of Japan
kids call him a Hotei.
Rub his belly, to bring the good luck.
He would sit whole day doing nothing,
from one bowl he would eat rice of thousand families.
and all alone he would wonder, one-thousand miles.
In the evening he walk back to the same old path.
He would bring candies to the kids,
flowers to the girls,
food to the hungry,
and love to the unloved.
those who find favour in his eyes are are few,
he would search truth in the white clouds.
If his sandals are wet, the rain would fall,
if he is found sleeping on the town
bridge in the squatting position,
the weather will be warm.
he would dance with his open belly
to bring the spring, in the old town.
The protector of kids,
the nourisher of weak,
our cup is full with your teachings,
it’s our capacity to achieve or enjoy the goodness of life.
by Sameer Tembe
An excellent, charming narrative of an enlightened and affectionate personality.
Thanks Dear Vijay sir for giving time and foryour kind feedback. Very inspiring
Lovely story, like the way you have told it
Thank you dear Gauri for your time and comments.