I wrote this when I lost my password. and I was so worried about it.
How precious this vesak day for all the Buddhists,
but with the tension of my lost passport,
I can’t think of any good deeds.
Oh my lord Buddha, you were born,
you attained enlightenment
and you passed away on this day,
so please tell me how was your life in away?
When I look at life,
it is always up and down,
and how many times we die,
we cannot count.
Oh my lord Buddha, now I am at your feet,
while searching my lost passport,
your blessings I seek.
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