O! Buddha Look Behind
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And see how in the religious
Narrow mindedness what havoc
Your followers play with the humanity.
Though I do not regard you a prophet,
Yet no less than towering apostles of the time.
See how followers of Muhammad (PBUH)
And Alia are victimized by your deviated cliques,
They bestow you grandeur and dignity,
Hundreds of years before they hailed upon the Earth.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And remember how you were troubled,
On seeing sufferings of the human fellows,
Irrespective to caste creed and colour.
Remember how often you wept at nights,
Discarding all regal pleasures of the palace,
You escaped to the nearby woodland,
And mediated for weeks by exposing
Yourself to the winds and harshness of weather,
And once you saw the Enlightenment
Beneath a thick shady Banyan.
I have a belief in presence of the Omnipresent,
And the enlightenment was his manifestation,
You found the existence but I have a faith.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And remember how you prayed for
That some thirsty animal should quench
Thirst by drinking your blood,
And the starved hungry by eating your flesh,
The shivering beings in cold might warm themselves,
By burning your bones, and the needy naked
Might clad by stitching the dress of your skin.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
How your followers distorted your teachings,
They on plains and forest of Burma,
Have fried in the cauldrons the kids and infants,
Of the followers of Muhammad (PBUH) and Alia:
Whom you dreamt, you founded the religion,
They are being rustled in the boiling oil,
Men and women are being chased to death,
Their limbs are being cut asunder with sharp
Weapons: swords, rapiers, daggers and knives,
Their chests are perforated with the bullets,
Streets of the cities and villages are coloured red,
Blood is splattered all-around and smoke rises
From ashes of the burnt cottages,
Dead bodies lay there indisposed in the streets,
On the plains and in thick forests of Burma,
Stench of the burnt flesh torments even animals,
The cruelty has surpassed all precedents of history.
O! Buddha look behind for a while,
And speak me whether the brute are your disciples,
Or the ones whom you have cursed and condemned,
And to whom you have no relations at all.
U.N.O is silent, N.A.T.O's peace keeping forces
Do not have any concern for the Muslims
Are being killed, I myself am a culprit, a wrongdoer
For I don't have the courage to raise voice
And shake conscience of the kings and heads of the states,
Who live in the palaces with numerous wives
And whores and with the children whom often
They do not recognize if by chance
They encounter them in the palaces amid the ocean.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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