Prince Siddhartha was born on this day,
Became enlightened and found peace on this day,
But sadly, on this day he also passed away.

Children wait till night,
To see Vesak bloom and the streets filled with lights,
And the full moon like a pie,
shining ever so bright.

Incense sticks are lit, its smell
binding us to Lord Buddha's past.
Buddhist flags are cast,
Even after Vesak is over,
its memories last.

Devas might be smiling
while they watch us one by one,
Pay gratitude to the Enlightened One.