Mustard

A son went away this day four years ago
And not returned to finger-count stars ?
You are not alone , with mustard seeds.

At night, count stars from his last count.
They are many scattered like mustard,
And many mothers counting them there.

(To a mother asking for the return of her dead son,Buddha said ‘bring me a mustard from a house that has not seen death’)

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