Chinchamanaika, a woman, <br />Was wicked like a demon. <br />Dressed gorgeously she went <br />To the monastery very late. <br /> <br />Buddha had just finished <br />His lectures and found <br />The hall was empty soon, <br />But for that woman. <br /> <br />She got up at the end, <br />And hid herself behind <br />A bush in the garden, <br />With a sinister plan. <br /> <br />The night had passed. <br />And the morning arrived. <br />After spending the night, <br />The monastery, she left. <br /> <br />After two months, she told, <br />I’m carrying Buddha’s child.” <br />None believed it to be true, <br />Barring the wicked a few. <br /> <br />One day, she entered the hall, <br />When the same was full, <br />And played a foul drama <br />That she had slept with Buddha. <br /> <br />That the one she carried, <br />It was Buddha’s child. <br />Aloud she cried and wept <br />To earn their support. <br /> <br />Many believed it not. <br />Some seriously took it. <br />They all saw his face, <br />But he maintained silence. <br /> <br />By then blew a strong wind <br />In that, her clothes fluttered <br />The pot tied to her waist <br />Suddenly slipped out. <br /> <br />The pot fell and broke. <br />Her lie too did break. <br />Some jealous priests <br />Had hatched this plot. <br /> <br />After this drama was over, <br />Buddha gave his lecture. <br />The story of a physician <br />He told them then.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/buddha-28-chinchamanavika-a-woman/
