Maya
Once upon a time, A random person spat on the Buddha. Buddha showed no reaction Rather calmed his angry disciple even And thanked the man who spat, said “Please come and spit whenever you feel like”. Maya came to my life similarly Smiling and blushing and acting First, she took all that was needed To win the trust that she loves me. The next moment, I was crying over a toy That was supposed to be the world for me And I made the mistake of sharing it. Once and again, Maya comes in front When life goes all smooth And I write another poetry like this one That everyone except her read Because she is busy in her duty Of testing people who are delicate. The Buddha was yet to come out of me I was sitting at a vegan restaurant today As I had my cap on and also my hoodie Peeped a bit to see Maya in the view And she constantly looked back It was me who was there – a youth in love. She did her usual acting of liking him then. I got