While living in Berlin
I dreamt for  Sanghai,
when crossing the river,
Never sail, tempted to fly.

What is there in mind
seldom comes out of mouth,
Say yes with emphasis
When clouded with doubt.

Treading for north
And thinking of south,
while talking of peace
Often I shout.

When hate is in heart
Then soft is response,
Always calculative
cautious of pros-cons.

Pulling the water
when out of a well,
Am enjoying in mind
A flower and smell.

Aspiring for love
and desiring for life,
Spending life as if
a planned strife.

Who is this man
"Amitabh"  I thought,
Replied my mind
I am, I am not.

       Ajay Amitabh Suman