The train cleaves through

breezy verdant evanescence ~

I am reading ~

Little Guna plucks

the book from my hands,

starts reading gently,

" Z ~ E ~ N ~ "

Then he swirls the book

behind his back,

with the perfect smile

of the Amitaabha, beaming

on his beatific face asks,

“Tell me what is ‘Zean’?”

I feel like a great idiot

facing an exalted Buddha ~

his vast smile spreads

onto my face, I am

sure, but couldn’t see ~ 

Note:

This poem is based on a personal experience ~

Arun Raghunath Parameshwaran [Guna], my brother’s son, was

just a little over two, when this event occurred ~

Amitaabha ~ The Great Luminous One Of Infinite

Resplendences ~ A name of Buddha ~

Guru ~ Teacher ~