Three paths, one quest, a yearning deep,
For truth’s embrace, where spirits sleep.
From different lands, their wisdom shone,
A tapestry of light, uniquely known.
In Bethlehem’s manger, Christ was born,
Of humble birth, a love forlorn.

He preached of peace, forgiveness wide,
And for his flock, He bravely died.
A shepherd’s heart, a kingly grace,
Redemption offered to the human race.

On Vrindavan’s fields, Krishna played,
A flute’s sweet song, the gopis swayed.
Divine and playful, dark and bright,
He filled their souls with pure delight.
The Bhagavad Gita’s wisdom flowed,
Of karma’s dance, and life’s true road.
A cosmic dance, a lover’s plea,
The soul’s return to ecstasy.

Beneath the Bodhi tree, he sat,
Siddhartha’s quest, where shadows spat.
He sought the truth, beyond all pain,
And found enlightenment’s gentle rain.
The Four Noble Truths, a guiding light,
To conquer suffering, with all one’s might.
Nirvana’s peace, a tranquil shore,
Where cravings cease, and sorrows soar.
Though paths diverge, the goal is one,
A journey inward, ’til life is done.

Compassion’s flame, a burning brand,
To heal the world, with loving hand.
Three streams that flow, to reach the sea,
Of unity and empathy.
So let us learn, from each divine,
And in our hearts, let kindness shine.