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"You
alone my Lord, can save my son dead, the apple of my eye
Pride of the family, envy of the state, endeared by acts most high,
I live no more, should he shut against this world his bright eye
Give him life" bemoaned a mother once before Buddha the most High.
The congregation tho' accustomed to odds listened with baited breath Looking at
the serene face of 3Buddha, as the request was rare on earth While
the heartrending pleas streamed down the cheeks of that mother Making the
static into dynamic with the mounting of her grief farther.
Unable
to stand the soul-searing, spoke then Buddha the Compassionate "Listen
Mother Holy! for the living, death is common and inevitable
None can escape from the hand of 4Mrithyu Devatha the Dharma
incarnate Who tho' awful, rules with laws impartial and verdicts infallible.
Emerging
from the womb everyone journeys towards the tomb non-stop
Birth awaits death, death brings forth birth-this cycle goes non-stop
Scriptures embody this truth and the wise endorse it time and again
None defies, nor defiance bore fruit, however much tried on and again.
3. the 9th incarnation of God ...
4. the God of Death ...
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