Queries were many
as the boy was crazy,
answers were few and
Old man gone tizzy.

His questions unlimited
but pure was his heart,
and man was unable
To quench his thirst.

Failing in answer
Man replied the boy,
An authentic man can
surely lead you to joy.

Questions unlimited
Thirst growing more,
Kept looking for man
Whose heart was pure.

With lamp in hand
Through day and night,
Boy searched for years
and continued his fight.

Having tired of journey
and efforts relent-less,
One day in mirror
He saw his face.

and started to dance
and laughed in joy,
Old man got anxious
and asked the boy.

Free from anxiety
and no more in swamp,
Replied the boy
I have saved my lamp.



  Ajay Amitabh Suman

****** fit but spiritually sick
Brag not muscles, regard the week
Never respected , if you do other wise
Though epitome of valour , won many fight



Ajay Amitabh Suman

Once in a while
in a beautiful plain,
When I was roaming
Then It has happened.

Surrounded by many
and reading their hand,
surprisingly found
I, Astrologist friend.

Seeking opinion of
friend or a foe,
was anti to pride
and anti my ego.

But such was desire
I could not resist ,
From knowing my future
And showing my hand.



   Aay Amitabh Suman

You
The golden
morning rays.

Of Bright
Warm and
Sunny Days.

and I
dew on
greeny grass.

Shine
like a
tiny glass.

Either
You hug me
Or I
either touch thee.

One thing
But certain
The grass
Gets unburden.

And me
To loose sight
The tiny my life.

But why this
eagerness so
I can not
Wait.

What is this joy
and
Celebration of Death.



Ajay Amitabh Suman

In the shadow of hill
and Bank of a River,
Father and Son were
Treading together.

Gentle was air though
Forest was thick,
Rabbits were playing
A hide and seek.

Saw the son, birds,
Chirping in rain,
Flowers were flowing
In beautiful terrain.

What a dusky cloud
And rainbow by chance,
Exclaimed the father
And begun to dance.

Tears flew through eyes
With gratitude and Joy,
Bow down to Gardener
Father said to the Boy.

And boy was surprised
In such forest and rain,
Where is the Gardener
In such man-less plain.

Why he would take
such fruitless task.
whom to show this and
Still hidden in mask.

Who is here to enjoy
The  flower and rain,
and what is award
Boy asked with disdain.

Not able to watch
Not able to touch,
Why such a puzzle
Throw you so much.

Smiled the father
Replied to the boy,
No body is required
To celebrate in joy.

He cares the plants
With water through rain,
gives sunlight to grow
And makes beautiful plain.

Food through soil
And thorn to protect,
Shelters the flowers
Can not you detect.

Can not we touch him
Can not we watch,
But he is surrounding
Where ever we walk.

He is prevailing in
Fragrance you love,
Blossoming of flowers
And  Cuckoo of a bird.

And Son you are asking
What is his award,
This dance of nature is
making him to laugh.



  Ajay Amitabh Suman
         ‎

In whole of the universe is only this man,
Who run after money for hunger & pain.

looking for house or yearning for cash,
Neither such animal nor bird I trace.

Under depression with gloomy face,
indigence in plenty are human traits.

Enough have shelter & enough have wool,
But man never die with his stomach full.

For Quenching her thirst near a Bank,
Bird never worried  preparing a tank.

Deprived of shelter, and wanting in bread,
never with empty gut, found animal dead.



  Ajay Amitabh Suman

Here
is worship
And
here namaaz,
Here
Sun Temple
And
here is Taj.

One
singing in temple
and
Dancing day night,
Another
Meditating
While shutting
His sight.

Bible
Is here
And
Here Ardas,
This India
Not Country
but a collage.



Ajay Amitabh Suman