Fetters

Yeshodhara hesitated.
The enlightened one levitates along the breeze,
It is a question of discretion, not fleece.
Cut out the fluff.  Sweetie, I want thee!
Lust is liquidated in his smile, only peace
Yeshodhara wants him.  She cannot hawk her love.
King Sudhodana is reconciled. Sidhartha is faded.
His recluse son no longer belongs to him.
Budha he is, the enlightened.
"Come reverend sire, at peace in my palace"
The wisdom smiled and blessed all.
His first birth and his son Rahul
All in the fog of blissful amnesia.
It has been a slice. 
Now the misty memory evaporated.

The smile is graceful.
Yeshodhara queued up among many.
See that countenance of love!
Tremor.  Statue like she stands.
Your erstwhile wife!  Wailing wave.
The warbling song of her heart wails.

She falls at the feet of sanctity.
The sacred one shudders awhile.
Where is his hard earned wisdom? Come, come!
Sudden is the revival.

SHANTI.  The vibration ends.
Now Yeshodhara is not enlightened.
Uneasy winds shake her heart.
She craves for one embrace, one kiss!
But freedom is in chains.  So SHANTI!
The freedomof speech too is in chains.
Om Shanti!