The Ruler

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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