The Emperor

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The emperor, Ashoka the great* Realized truth and met his fate Millions died on battle field He cried and thought “what he did”? What was the gain? Such a human tragedy with lots of pain How many homes were demolished? How many families were finished? “No, no, I can’t rule this kingdom It will give me peace seldom It will be on heap of ruins I must go for salvation and join The sword was put on hold He thought of merciful God The love must be spread The peace must be believed He took to the path of worldly denunciation No more wars for annexation No bloodshed for the want of ambition Only work for poor and strengthen the institution He sent her daughter across the south Asia That was the first step across far seas Real spread of love and peace message He lived with promises as sage “Come to me. I shall show the way” Appealed teachings of lord Buddha’s as sun rays “World is for not pleasure” he firmly believed ”Live in it with people and assure” observed and died * Ashoka the great, , name and title

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