Siddhartha was a husband and father before he came the Buddha. How do we use our humanity to witness a great journey that originates in abandonment?
Book Brahma Kannada publishes my poem, ‘Yashodharégé’ (‘For Yashodharā’), which tries to understand her pain, and the way she might have seen his leaving in the middle of the night she births their baby, Rāhula.
Thank you for picking up a poem dedicated to a forgotten woman, about inconvenient truths, Book Brahma!
There is a poem in English that happened on this same woman if anyone is interested. Not a translation but a different poem:
Silkworm Slumbers 