Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Heart my got broken , knavery when played they all.
I also did some trick, waggery did, made them fall.
Soul my knocks now, and making me feel shy.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



I was fragile , shaky and suffering over last.
Used to compete with them whosoever growing fast.
Now that fear is over, seldom  now I vie.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



I let them laugh at me, who having envious heart.
I let them mock at me, am accepting odious ****.
Malice brings no peace in me, not making such a try.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Wrong which they done to me, all have forgotten now,
Only thing which yearn now, help all but when and how.
In the land of hatred me, sowing peace and multiply.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Was bursting volcano then, now flowing river is me ,
Heat of that summer over, clouds pouring rains in me.
Dirt of soul gone now, bade the evil good bye.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Venom of hatred receded, jealously no bitterness,
Longing to assist someone, is there so eagerness.
Sipping now drop of love, peace in me glorify.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Light of wisdom arrived, Night of ignorance gone.
All my grief ended, joy in life has come.
Riding at the peak of virtue, now I am flying high.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,
Now no conflict here and nothing is hue & cry.



Now only truth here ,  no place for any lie.
Diving I am deep into ocean of bliss O' thy,


Ajay Amitabh Suman


Ajay Amitabh Suman

In Mahabharat, Yudhishthira was considered as the most Pious Soul. He was considered as Epitome of Virtue and it is said he did not commit any mistake, except one half lie.

At the End of Mahabharat Epic, when All Pandavas tried to Venture to ascend to Heaven alive, it was the Yudhishthira only, who ascended into Heaven Alive. During the Way to Heaven, all other four Pandavas , including  Draupadi died.

It is said that Yudhishthira was so Pious , Vrtuous and so truthful that his Chariot Never touched the Ground. Because of Truthfullness, Right fullness , he practised in his whole life, his Chariot Never Touched the Soil. Such was greatness of Yudhishthira.

However, Yudhishthira had to Visit Hell for some time where he saw all his brothers including Draupadi tortured. Even Karna was also seen being tortured in Hell. Later Yudhishthira  was explained that he did committed a half sin in his life as he lied regarding death of Ashvatthama. It is said that this was the only half sin , which he committed in his whole life. This was the only reason, Yudhishthira had to visit Hell.

But what about Betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble. Mahabharat is totallysilent on this aspect. In Mahabharat , Yudhishthira was not held guilty for betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble and loosing her. Yudhishthira used his Wife as Good. I think this is one of the most heinous crime committed in Mahabharat. Yudhishthir Must had to be held guilty for that.

But instead, this was rationalized. During the Exile, when Bhim and Arjuna held Yudhishthira responsible for all this, Sage Vyas reached there and told them story of Ram and Lakshmana that how Lakshmana left his wife for his brother Ram. Thus Yudhishthira was protected by Vyasa.

It is a matter of Great Surprise to me that Mahabharat did not consider betting of wife in Gamble, A Sin. In my view betting of wife Draupadi in Gamble , by Yudhishthir is the most heinous crime , he committed and for this he was not worthy of entering into Heaven alive, like other Pandavas and Kauravas.


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Ajay Amitabh Suman

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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Troubleshooter she is,
How convenient it was,
And now I end my M.Tech,
No one else could help,
Kindest person she is.

Yes you were strict,
Oh and so cool too,
Understanding me.

Slowly but surely,
Under this ceiling,
Mam you helped me,
And like a real sister,
Not a doubt here.

Did your job require you to?
I do not think so, madam.
Did you help me as you could?
I** think you helped a kid brother.

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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You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.



Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
when freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,



Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.



When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.



Things which eternal in world,  not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.




Ajay Amitabh Suman

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Inhaling the toxin
And sinking in dust.
Here comes winter
The Choking is must.

     
Ajay Amitabh Suman

An evening in Gulmarg
                 -----------
The dale of flowers in heart of rising himalaya:
Where sun rise's beyond far green cidar trees,
To please the azure lux skies---

And birds of the bush, sings and laughs, nigh,
And eternally, mirth lulls into eyes the mirth,
Oh! be ever, for me--ahh, sweet earth---
Where, Gulah can be seen, in the echoing green,
Wooing with the flowers day and night,
The snow-whistle, and summer shallow, side by side with suman and sumbal keenly looks on,
To welcome into valley-the spring---

And fairest fountains leap up jolly jolly,
And that- Bard sitting under an oak, plays his harp, among the native folk,
"Oh! my dear melancholy"---

Overjoyed, wood winds play the music,
And maple leafs dance in their rhythm,
Heart sinks down for awhile in an ecstasy
It resounds like, as a festival of holy---
And lucy! swings-un fearing
on the green grass,
There is naught a dilemma of upper or lower class,
Still sound of joy, the nature sings round the clock---

O! liberty! come on hurly,heart is unquiet,
A rainbow dwell's beside it,
Yet, bonnie beauty is in it's reflection,
Garden of eden! gracias for your kind affection-

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Not that it comes not so oft,
Lifting my spirits in process aloft,
And takes me for a whirl, awhile
O’ thou lovely, shy, smile.

And then comes the ice,
In your stare so vice.
I shudder for a while, recoil
my spirits, as always, get mixed with soil.

-Shekhar Suman

I failed
Not because
Unable to read
His face.

I failed
Because he is not one,
In fact Many
Trapped inside a case.




Ajay Amitabh Suman

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

whenever I get a comment or a like I always look at that person's profile and sometimes read truly poetic writes. Here is one such write

Shekhar Suman

It's shadows that I like
They walk with me, when there is light
And when darkness raps but loud and clear
I sit down and write, so that you can hear

thank you Shekhar

Not long ago, the writer of these lines,

in the mad pride of intellectuality,

maintained “the power of brain”- denied that ever

a thought arose within the human brain

that can’t be wiped away by the gales of time.

And now, as if in mockery of that boast,

a picture, painted with blurry brushstrokes,

much alike the façade of Aphrodite,

bathing in the moonlight fall of silver sparkle,

and dancing to the hymns of angels,

have exhumed a fire lost in squalls of,

distance and clocks and unvoiced passion .

Resurrected the yearn to burn in the flames

of Proclivity to glance at the seraphic vista.

Flared and charred I feel myself ashen,

and shivering.  My pen falls from stiff fingers,

and I stand at the fringe of the abyss,

with you at the bottom, and the sides

and at the start of the end and,

at the end of the start, it’s you all around

O’ I wish, somehow, I drowned.



Shekhar Suman

What you give up,
what you disown
What you collect,
what you own.

Search of the world,
remain futile
Until you know ,
nature of own.





Ajay Amitabh Suman

Harsher than life, no Misery,Pain, groan?

But reason not fathom ,What foul I own.



Ajay Amitabh Suman

Why does come Monday first always in Week?
and Looking in East why, West cannot I seek?
Why from month January ,  year to begin?
Is January so great and December mean?

Why yellow looks so yellow and red is red?
Why chair is called a chair  and bed is bed?
Why day is destined to never meet a night?
And there no darkness, where ever is light?

How cement keep together one brick to brick?
When Frozen, turn water ice, what is the trick?
Why the cow choice eating grass, leaf & fruit?
and juice for feral panther never substitute?

Why chilly taste hot so and apple taste sweet?
Why river's bank parallel & never they meet?
Why always two has to come after one?
No body to answer, no reason yet come.

Why eye for watching and mouth to speak?
And Mountain so high and valley so deep?
Why fire for burning and water to wet?
Why language ever need many alphabet?

Only thirty days in a month, when, why & how?
No answers to these questions, leave them you now.
And why the God created this multiple world,
Can not be explained ever, can not be solved.

God is the originator and this is the fact.
This world is how it is, you have to accept.
This is the Nature and this is reply.
Alfa is alfa  , so  pie is pie.



Ajay Amitabh Suman

You are suggesting my Soul to wait,
When time is ripe and future in shape.
But present in sight, which I may control,
This body may fight, and not my soul.

Water change its form, and Man his faith,
But sitting and waiting not changes the fate.
By itself the Water, not changes its nature.
When freezes, turn ice, when heated is Vapour,

Lord Rama killed Bali, Behind his Back,
Bhima picked  thigh, in war to Attack.
Krishna once broken his promise his word,
Pandava bet wife, lost pride and Sword.

When time hostile , situation more worse ,
Condition challenging and getting adverse .
Then character of a man examined indeed,
Standing on your feet or changing in need.

Things which eternal in world,  not I met.
It depends how handle , example you set.
Deed of a man earns name bad or earns fame,
This only decides, one's fortune, ones fate.


Ajay Amitabh Suman

You may
hold her,
Hug her,
Kiss her,
Smooch her,
Press her waist,
Even undress her,
You may touch
Her bare neck,
Bare Breast,
Bare thigh,
Bare back,
Bare body,
You may know
Everything about her,
But untill you know
her heart,
You know
nothing.

Ajay Amitabh Suman
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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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The Lion is Lion, fearsome of all,
And rat is a rat, So poor so small.
But when in net, Lion was trapped,
One who freed lion,was that puny rat.

In forest a tiger,can Pounce at prey,
But can it run like,on Sand camel may.
The Mango tree mighty, but ever it laugh?
That I am gigantic, and you mere a grass.

A serpent can bite, and Peacock a dance,
But Monkey can jump, on  tree by chance.
A rose is so minor and banyan so tall,
But in the fragrance, seen banyan to fall.

Frog of a pond when, hears a cuckoo song,
Does he regret his, sound hoarse, so wrong?
A candle throws light, but does it complain?
have pity, have mercy, please put me in rain.

Can a fish fly and,  Eagle a swim?
Singing for cow, is always a dream.
When on the branches, flutters a crow,
Does ask tortoise, Why lazy, so slow?

When does a panther, run fast for ****,
Never he worried,how does prey feel?
While river gets solace, in making a flow,
But Moon in its cool, ‎and Sun in its glow.

A banyan is Banyan, And grass is a grass,
Never judgemental & No creed, no class.
The Being assigns this knowledge to man,
Tranquil , equable should always remain.

Seldom it care what, darkness what shine?
This is the sinful or that is divine,
With beauty is playful,with grave also fine.
Not worried for virtue, Nor guilt it define.

Always sustaining,No ego,no greed,
Feed vegitation & also Feed ****.
What tiny what big & minow what tall,
The existence provide, A shelter for all.

In cloud, in thunder, in rain that you found,
In roaring of lion & bird's chirping sound.
If fire then glow, in human is thought,
If air then flow, is water when drought.

In Color is rainbow,is morning of  day,
In fragrance is mellow,if Sun then it's ray.
In blossom of flower and growth of seed,
Pervading eternal & all that you need.

What right,what wrong, it never support,
Although indulgent, but never put force.
All that surround, but separate indeed,
Such is this isness, Not captive, nor freed.



    Ajay Amitabh Suman
    ‎

Once Budhha came, with beautiful rose,
and sat under shadow of, tree he chose.
Then Looked at disciples, sitting around,
to listen the master and hear his sound.

Hours were passed, he didn't speak,
as if  ignorant to answers they seek.
Keeping the queries, their worries at bay.
Lord Budhha smiled , had nothing to say.

All gone tizzy had, questions to ask,
but questioning Budhha,a difficult task.
and master enjoying the ultimate bliss,

Looking at flower and resting in peace.

Though body still and not any sound,
mind was restless & running around.
Waited & waited they,sat on the ground,
All of a sudden one, laughter they found.

This was Mahakashyap,touching his feet,
O Master so humble ,so gentle so sweet.
Budhha behold  him with gentle gaze,
And gave him flower,removing his daze.

Destroyed illusion you, cleared my haze,
Disciple was singing,aloud in his praise.
While sitting on ground and giving me rose,
O Budhha you flowed in my heart so close.

Shown me the horse & shown me to ride,
now nothing remaining, for you to guide.
If still to explain and, something to say,
One thing but certain,all  miss the way.

Revealed in silence that cannot be said,
wisdom through mouth seldom conveyed.
If one is ready ,when  silence speaks,
Then truth is his , ignorance retreats.



    Ajay Amitabh Suman

    ‎

Craving for victory
And Chasing for fame,
Thought only of power
And labored for name.

Soaring up above &
Keeping head high.
Not humble as ever
And rude was reply.

Riding for Zenith
And dreaming Sky,
Not knowing to walk
Knows only to fly.

A Hurricane is Fast
and River is slow,
But which last longer
A Gusting or flow?

Victory Important
Defeat is but must,
It makes you polite
& humble Just trust.

I saw him broken
At coming not first ,
Could not accepted
He could not adjust.

Enjoying the Success
And  Power, Speed,
Not agreed for failure
He did not accede.

Not rooted on soil
On ground so fade.
Not pliant,so shaken
That man, Ego Made.



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

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
         ‎

It does not matter,
how much you eat,
Scolded the poor,
and beaten the weak.

So what in life,
often you lie.
Always talk non-sense,
without a shy.

It also not matter,
you cheated them all.
Who trusted you high,
You made them to fall.

He knows all of,
desires your deed.
That on the ground,
you grow only ****.

But such his heart,
and such is his ways,
With  pity in eyes,
The God always says.

What matters O' dear,
whenever you seek,
God always is there,
But you never meet.

The Jesus is there,
and Buddha in you,
But you have to say,
the Evil bid adieu.


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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

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

Dogs
Are of three types.

One
Who wag their tail.
By their habit
By their breed.


Dogs
who wag their tail
Neither lick  boot
Nor do they bite
And do not assail.

Second one
Who lick the boot
Out of affection
Love indeed.

Dogs
Who lick the boot
Neither wag tail
Nor do they bite
And do not assail.

Another one
Who do attack
And often Assail
Such is their manner
Such is their deed.

Dogs
Who do attack
Who do assail
Neither lick boot
Nor wag their tail.

And Man

Also wag tail
Also lick boot
Also do bite
And also assail.

Out of their Choice
Out of need.



Ajay Amitabh Suman

Howsoever it may look,
it may sound,
But no other way till date,
I have  found.

For tasting the heaven,
the God's domain,
Give up the counting ,
what loss or Gain.

For God is not  loss and
  benifit you count,
Nor he can be bought
what be the  amount.

You hear the sound  ,
the whistle of train,
But never you find,
the whistle of train.

If candle will try,
for catching  the heat ,
And music will try for,
catching drum beat.

Can cloud get success,
in catching the rain?
And can a bird find,
sky the empty terrain.?

Like fish never fathom,
what water what sea,
And fruit  seldom find,
  the bud and the tree.

For  a Fish  is in  water,
and a bird in  sky,
Sea cannot be found  ,
whatever fish   try.

As breathing not separate
from body from life,
And  family  just dependent
on  part of a  wife.

God' business is different,
and different his way,
He is closest  of the  closest,
and still far away.

A man is not separate,
nor different from God,
No question disecting ,
the source with a sword.

The Proof  of heaven is ,
within you my friend,
Just venture your search,
in your heart's terrain.

Ajay Amitabh Suman

No one saluting ,you Zero , Me one
The useless , futile, and Worthy of none.

Me one  an idle,my Value Just dead,
It was your consort which made me hundred.

You came my side and made me your one,
My credit went higher and always we won.

So what you  barren,and So what  Zero,
If I am the winner,then You my Hero.

Ajay Amitabh Suman

This is my Life, this is my chess,
Let me play myway please don't make a mess.
I let horse killed then why do you surprise?
I played my move and I face this sacrifice.

Not asking suggestion, not seeking advise,
Not looking for favour, O learned man wise.
This game is mine, and this is my name.
The loss would me mine, and mine the fame.

This game is of mine, and mine is fate.
How can decide you, how can dictate?
You intended to gift me win but I deny.
If I to taste heaven, then you cannot die.

Ajay Amitabh Suman

All are demanding,
him to be in race?
Whipping him lagging,
behind in case.

How many marks,
he ever scored.
Else he has always been,
Thrown out of door.

Papa and Mama
and teacher they all,
Guide him how to,
Rise, how to fall.

Amazing his life,
amazing his place.
No Option, No choice,
he always in race.

He likes the music,
and likes the dance.
He also rejoices,
the singing by chance.

But no body cares,
what cares he all,
No rise in chasing,
Not bothers the fall.

The things he likes
that gives him solace.
I wonder Will ever,
He get his space.


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Your mere presence
on this occasion
is enough.

Though

having Vices many,
Neither you bad
nor a bluff.



Ajay 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

How many of us would like to Die?
I think for certain, No would be reply.
But in case happens only by chance,
Just I'm guessing asking in advance.
As none of us is having  any control,
One day, but certain death be on roll.
For time of death, uncertain unknown,
But you can rejoice no time to groan.
God  has given this freedom  to you,
Have option to cheer your death too.
f you decide for gifting someone a life,
Post death, donating organs to survive.
This Choice of gifting organs post death.
Makes you stronger in facing the wrath.
And Goddess of death shall  also be shy,
Salute you surely if this option you Try.

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