osho leaves his body
the sound of kukeleku
on a bare made of bamboo and straw he leaves home
down the road with a gathering of friends.
straight they go towards the burning gaths.
turn left and lost we are ,
we end up on a busy road with not more than 30 of us.
all in white shattering the whole traffic .
faces i will never forget,
turning around and nobody there.
it’s better and more amazing
than a couple of firecrackers.