क्या  यत्न  करता उस क्षण
जब युक्ति समझ नहीं  आती थी,
त्रिकाग्निकाल से निज प्रज्ञा
मुक्ति का  मार्ग  दिखाती  थी।   
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अकिलेश्वर को हरना  दुश्कर
कार्य जटिल ना साध्य कहीं,
जटिल राह थी कठिन लक्ष्य था 
मार्ग अति  दू:साध्य कहीं।
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अतिशय साहस संबल  संचय 
करके भीषण लक्ष्य किया,
प्रण धरकर ये निश्चय लेकर
निजमस्तक हव भक्ष्य किया।
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अति  वेदना  थी तन  में 
निज  मस्तक  अग्नि  धरने  में ,
पर निज प्रण अपूर्णित करके 
भी  क्या  रखा लड़ने  में?
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जो उद्भट निज प्रण का किंचित
ना जीवन में मान रखे,
उस योद्धा का जीवन रण में 
कोई  क्या  सम्मान रखे?
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या अहन्त्य  को हरना था या
शिव के  हाथों मरना था,
या शिशार्पण यज्ञअग्नि को
मृत्यु आलिंगन करना था?
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हठ मेरा  वो सही गलत क्या
इसका मुझको ज्ञान नहीं,
कपर्दिन  को  जिद  मेरी थी 
कैसी पर था  भान कहीं।
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हवन कुंड में जलने की पीड़ा
सह कर वर प्राप्त किया,
मंजिल से  बाधा हट जाने
का सुअवसर प्राप्त किया।
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त्रिपुरान्तक के हट जाने से
लक्ष्य  प्रबल आसान हुआ,
भीषण बाधा परिलक्षित थी
निश्चय हीं अवसान हुआ।
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गणादिप का संबल पा  था
यही समय कुछ करने का,
या पांडवजन को मृत्यु देने 
या उनसे  लड़ मरने  का।
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अजय अमिताभ सुमन
सर्वाधिकार सुरक्षित

Birds jump to the branches
of trees at sunrise,
But in the morning man
wrestles with whys.

Why do there seem to be
too many cuckoos?
Why chirping so noisy  
what are the clues?

In morning the sleep
descends from its core,
and chittering of pigeons
hurts a man more.

There is a  lot of tension
and a lot of stress.
Working late at night is a
suffering a mess.

Yes fatigue on mind,
whenever Man feels,
At times, smoking or
drinking  appeals.

At roaming late night
the cosmos retort.
A Reckless  freedom  is
not its support.

Be it testy coca-cola or
a pizza or a cake,
Nature always opposes
without a mistake.

The sweet, the chicken,
the fish, juicy curd,
The cosmos  advises
that these are absurd.

While Orderly pattern is
nature's workforce,
But  freedom is nature of
a man of  course.

As many are options and
choices  so gobs.  
A  Man and this nature
are always at odds

That pen was not just
another pen like,
Was close to his heart
soothing moonlike.

He bought that pen
after paying huge cost,
That was one reason
he liked that most.

For sbowing status for
showing the fame,
What he had achieved  
position and name.

Pen was a symbol for
flaunting repute,
That he was on top this
no one dispute.

It reminds him also
reminds the all,
He reached at the top
after many so fall.

But one day in office
that pride was lost.
It was that pen that he
liked the most.

He doubted in office
workers and staff,
At times in office
abruptly he laugh.

He had suspicion on
ally and friend.
Driver & sweeper too
themselves to fend.

One day in office clerk
found  that pen.
Was hidden in file and  
lying since then.

He wished to say sorry
and  admit the guilt.
His ego but came in
his way as a hilt.

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With Goal in the  mind
you focus your card,  
Forgetting days nights
and working so hard,

What ever has come in
the target your way,
You have always strived
to keep it at bay.

Resources are albeit
but skimpy and low.
You Seldom get worry
and never  you bow.

While eating and moving
or going for walk,
You put your attention
on measures you talk.

Virtues that you own
not common in mass,
Seldom are found and  
tough to surpass.

Perhaps  is the reason
why I have regard,
Your focus certainly
deserves this reward.

But often  I doubt
your fire your zeal,
Queries comes to mind
this what I feel.

Is it your passion that
makes you work hard?
Or Else is pushing you
jumping the  yard?

Since I have also seen
a victim  a prey,
In forest jumps hard
when  lion on way.

Just see if guilt,Fear ,
doubt and remorse?
are not controlling
your action of course?

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As you are just get going for a talk,
Few queries I have please do not balk.
Is this  important , what do you speak?
People have issues, solutions they seek?

Or you have soapbox, desire to show,
What is inside , you need a window.
To ***** the all , which have been repressed,
For years days nights ,yet to be expressed.

It matters not whether, they make any sense?
Already so clamor , making  it intense.
What solace you granting, while making this talk?
Or you need someone, with whom you can walk?

Think just one opinion can make someone fall,
If treated with care it, may shape someone tall.
Not always a weapon which wins a war,
Words can often be lethal and fatal at par.

Wordings are blessings and your asset too,
So use them with wisdom and not just a boo.
You know It is foolish to go  for a walk,
Like Jackals in Jungle gather for  talk.

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A boy is just like a mirror, who mirrors the notion of others feeded in him about him.

If you raise him with
affection and love,
He Wins the all
and Rises above.

And If you scold him
with hatred, dislike,
Defeated one he is
a looser belike.

He is tormented,
annoyed,  in grief,
Heartbroken, in misery,
No passion, No lief.

But blossoms in desert
and rough terrain,
and care sympathy
sets free him from pain.

He can crush hurdle
with his fist and bust,  
But beforehand
your trust  in him must.

If you place reliance
on action, his deed,
Then for him Nothing
impossible indeed.

Since cruel  words
ignited  with roar,
Makes his heart numb,
frozen and soar.

If he  is in fear  and  
you treat him well.  
He gets stronger
this I have to tell.

Since boy and a mirror
are truly  alike,
As Mirror reflects
the image the light.

He  also give back  
the notion of all.
What you put to  boy,
a  rise  or  fall?

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Whatever your will,
Whatever is choice,
You have to bear,
for this a price.

Your heart may vie,
desire for name,
Be winner of all,
aspire for fame.

Big money Big wealth,
big palace big land,
The control in head ,
and power in  hand.

But If your  aspire,
for whole of sky,
Price too big and ,
cost would be high.

As this aim imply,
You to be strong,
Quelling the others,
Rivals no one.

Who ever compete,
Comes in your way,
have to be smashed,
Should be faded away.

But when at the top,
you have fear to loose,
Too much of wealth,
Great worry, no use.

and this may spoil
Day night your sleep,
No freedom in laugh,
Heart shaky in deep.

Remember O Man,
what use of this gain?
As it may cost,
Your dear, earns pain.

In wisdom of all,
It always is known,
A Ruler of all,
has to be alone.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
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