Once a physician went out. <br />His children, by an accident, <br />Took some mild poison <br />That caused severe pain. <br /> <br />On return, he found them <br />Down in a state of alarm. <br />He prepared an antidote <br />And asked them to take it. <br /> <br />Some took it and got cured. <br />Some refused and suffered. <br />He was worried about <br />Those who were adamant. <br /> <br />He told, “I’m going out. <br />Here is the antidote. <br />For you, none will be here <br />This is my only fear.” <br /> <br />That was a trick he played <br />And with his friend, he stayed. <br />After a few days, he sent word <br />Thru’ his friend that he was dead. <br /> <br />The sick children were shaky <br />And became so panicky <br />They had to take then, <br />The antidote medicine. <br /> <br />Buddha said, “I’m the physician <br />And you’re those children. <br />I give you all medicine. <br />Leaving it to your option.” <br /> <br />“Some listen to me, <br />And others ignore me. <br />But my medicine is free. <br />Its benefit, you shall see.” <br /> <br />How to convince people? <br />This was another example. <br />He was so kind and liberal <br />They understood him well.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buddha-29-the-physician-and-his-children/
