Once a physician went out.
His children, by an accident,
Took some mild poison
That caused severe pain.

On return, he found them
Down in a state of alarm.
He prepared an antidote
And asked them to take it.

Some took it and got cured.
Some refused and suffered.
He was worried about
Those who were adamant.

He told, “I’m going out.
Here is the antidote.
For you, none will be here
This is my only fear.”

That was a trick he played
And with his friend, he stayed.
After a few days, he sent word
Thru’ his friend that he was dead.

The sick children were shaky
And became so panicky
They had to take then,
The antidote medicine.

Buddha said, “I’m the physician
And you’re those children.
I give you all medicine.
Leaving it to your option.”

“Some listen to me,
And others ignore me.
But my medicine is free.
Its benefit, you shall see.”

How to convince people?
This was another example.
He was so kind and liberal
They understood him well.

Rajaram Ramachandran

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