are you the lord budha, he asked
the boy set silent in
his cross-legged pose
unperturbed two
houseflies hovered over his head and landed on its shaven top
sweat beads had formed on the top of his mouth
then he moved his lips
you are of what you think
and I would have loved to heal
you if I could
but we are
what we have been
I can only love you, you will
have to heal yourself then the old
man asked again
are you the lord budha
I am a soul
like yours in an ocean
of wisdom but I am no more than a reflection of yourself
the old man knelt with awe and
prostrated himself before the boy I have
found you he said
I have found you, sku mdun
NOORMOHAMED 