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ajit peter Jun 2016
A box of memories doth open
From present to past woken
Tale tellers magical words spoken
Childhood to adult chains broken

Carefree of the worlds way
Fun with friends under suns ray
Games of football on grass and clay
Homework to do end of the day

Innocent fights forgotten and forgiven
A bicycle a treasure god given
Fear of lessons and teachers cane forgotten
The ringing bell awaited as blessing given

Candy and ice cream shared
A bruised leg or arm never cared
A holiday never missed or spared
Oh sweet memories lay bared

Days of young where hath it gone
Innocence of time lost and torn
Days of young await its morn
Days of young be again born
ajit peter Jun 2016
Gift
Not by money
Not words as honey
In storm a calm
Hearts healing balm
In cold freezing feeling warm
In danger knowing no harm
Gift
Not in fortune made
Not in beauty that fade
Not a precious jade
Gift
A love thou hath got
A dream thy heart fought
Knowing not all lost
Pains forgot
Gift
Treasured in a friend
A love that not end
In thoughts a smile sent
Wounds doth mend
Friends are a gift a light house in stormy sea an anchor in troubled water
ajit peter May 2016
thank you may be just a word
Yet from heart said when heard
A cry for help not lost
With thy words heart did beat
Thank you if its just a word
Humanity and life be lost
To a friend in HP when all did end
Few words gave courage
And nothing else matters
ajit peter May 2016
Yonder in time a boatman wait
Behind the misty white death his bait
carrying souls to an unknown land
his path same in journeys uncounted sand

the early morn mist clears to light
rowing close his passenger in sight
he checks the list of destiny for the name
yells to the shore to confirm the same

mortal soul to immortal land
the boatman row with steady hand
A distant melody the boatman sing
A gentle ride sailed with feathery wing

Time swift to the unknown land
The passenger be welcomed by angels hand
What hath thou have to pay the fare
Seek the boatman his journeys share

The mortal look towards the angels hand
What hath i got in immortal land
pointed the angel to a box of gold
Tis your treasure in heaven unsold

Yonder lay in the box of gold
deeds of the passenger in earth to hold
deeds of love and deeds of care
memories of past ever to share

Time stood its ground the passenger thought
He said to the boatman thou shall have all i got
why doth you give all the angel sought
To those on earth I owe in deeds and thoughts

A fare to pay for those who cant
To heavens abode the ride they want
leaving forth the pains and sorrow behind
leaving with sweet memories to the loved and kind
May be my last poem thanks for liking my poems here and many dear friend s from hp
ajit peter May 2016
Moments in life seldom fair
destiny to some unfair
luck to some coins toss
fate to some never to end loss
a few do bear the unfair pain
the rest doth await for spoils gain
vultures circle a dying prey
human life an unending grey
hurt were the innocent and simple
pains of time lines of old age wrinkle
where doth tis unfairness end
a few till grave in turmoil spend
poor and rich in life unfair
sickness and health in life unfair
many hath asked the question why
yet the answer elusive and shy
held in the heart truth despair
silent tears life unfair
ajit peter May 2016
In a world expecting perfect
I do have a few defect
Am not a gadget
Emotions and life has its effect

Impulsive actions iam imperfect
Failed a few times toughts defect
Mistakes in life doth reflect
In society a neglect

A life being imperfect
Accepting the defect
Let go of the neglect
With love and care to reflect

Life perfect in imperfect
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