Once in a while,

in a beautiful plain,

When I was roaming ,

Then It has happened.

Surrounded by many,

and reading the hand,

Surprisingly I found, 

my astrologer friend.

Seeking opinion of ,

friend or a foe,

Was anti to my,

self respect, ego.

But such was desire, 

i could not resist ,

From knowing my future,

and showing my hand.

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Though accumulated

power and wealth,

A King was depressed

with anxiety and bad health.

Once he saw a man

With peaceful face,

Mind without qualm

and not in any haste.

He approached the man

and asked ,O peaceful mind,

Life turning out to be mess

Have mercy , please unwind.

You must have seen

The heaven and Hell,

Please show me the way

King started to yell.

Mocking at him

With vicious smile,

Replied the man

Your effort is futile.

Asking useless question

such an idiot you are,

Heaven and hell, imaginary

Do not you know so far?

Being humiliated

And filled with Anger,

King raised his sword

and man was in Danger.

Instead, man laughed

This all I had to tell,

Glorifying self ego

is the way to Hell.

You have broken my ego

and have given a dent,

Realizing his mistake

King started to repent,.

If you desire for heaven

Man said with pity in eye,

Ego is the only obstacle

which you have to pacify.

Ajay Amitabh Suman

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All are demanding,

him to be in race?

Whipping him lagging,

behind in case.

How many marks,

he ever scored.

Else he has always been,

Thrown out of door.

Papa and Mama

and teacher they all,

Guide him how to,

Rise, how to fall.

Amazing his life,

amazing his place.

No Option, No choice, 

he always in race. 

He likes the music,

and likes the dance.

He also rejoices,

the singing by chance.

But no body cares,

what cares he all,

No rise in chasing,

Not bothers the fall. 

The things he likes

that gives him solace.

I wonder Will ever,

He get his space.

@AJAY AMITABH SUMAN

#POEM #POETRY #TEEN #CHILD #EDUCATION

When a man keeps on committing sins, then he develops this idea that godhood is not meant for him. But truth is contrary. Whatever crime a man has committed, howsoever grave his crime is, there is always possibility of a man to evolve spiritually and unite with god. ANGULIMALA was a Dakoit and killed 999 persons. Still, in company of Lord Buddha, he attained nirvana. This poem is based on the idea of possibility of a man to get enlightened, irrespective of his indulgence in sin and crime. The door of God is open for all, even for criminals. 

It does not matter,

how much you eat,

Scolded the poor,

and beaten the weak.

So what in life,

often you lie.

Always talk non-sense,

without a shy.

It also not matter,

you cheated them all.

Who trusted you high,

You made them to fall.

He knows all of,

desires your deed.

That on the ground,

you grow only weed.

But such his heart,

and such is his ways,

With  pity in eyes,

The God always says.

What matters O' dear,

whenever you seek,

God always is there, 

But you never meet.

The Jesus is there,

and Buddha in you,

But you have to say,

the Evil bid adieu.    

AJAY AMITABH SUMAN

#POEM #PHILOSOPHY #BUDDHA #JESUS #RELIGION #POETRY

This is a poem about a soul, who always tried to evade death by citing various reasons. Right from the time, soul entered the womb, the Lord of death kept on chasing the soul. At the time of birth, childhood, teenage, youth, married one, retired one , the old age, Death visited the soul , but each time the soul cited various excused and prayed for somemore time. The Poem ends with confession of Soul. 

Limbs are yet to grow,

am just in the womb,

Eyes are, but without brow,

and heart is yet to pump.

O Death,you must be having ,

other things to occupy.

Am such a little kid, 

just attempting to walk,

still stutter in uttering, 

am striving to talk.

O Death, come later,

i won’t defy.

My friends are few ,

more have to be made,

Books are left unread,

 games are to be played.

O Death, hold on, 

not the time yet to reply.

Have fallen in love, 

with gorgeous wife,

Heart is singing and,

 joy has come to life.

O Death, give me some time,

 & I will comply.

Children, to be taken care of, 

elders to be protected,

Ethics in society shaken, 

needs to be corrected,

O Death, time is still not ripe,

 to tell the life a good bye.

Though money I have made, 

but no time to spend,

Erred in life many times,

 still left ways to amend.

O Death, time is still not ripe, 

please do not pry.

Yes my hairs have fallen,

and I have grown old,

But still Life is a mystery,

which I have to unfold.

O Death, come next time, 

I won’t deny.

The more I desire, the more I pray,

Lust turning hunter and me its prey,

Still frustrated, still unsated

Craving for life, swinging midway .

O Death, the truth is that,

I do not want to die,I never want to die.

@Ajay Amitabh Suman

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