End of Gravity

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I put my dusty thought

In a rusty bottle

And squeezed the air thoroughly

To get vacuum.

I'm unable to get rid of

With my wriggling thoughts.

Where no sense of thinking

No logic to do anything

Every life is enjoying

To be perished.

Why there is a word Like war

End of life

End of light

Gravity is pulling to black hole.

My poddy-calf.

I had a lot of sentiments
Hidden in my heart.
I started to pour on her.
It was not well planned
But accidently.
She became a part of our reside
Because of being a poddy-calf,
An unbearable loss for her.
I felt enough space in my heart.
I wanted to feed my emotions
Being a healer.
I had a smile to see her
And a feel of gratitude to God.
Who gave me chance 
to love her more.
Now she is the reason
To come home timely.
She is the reason
To feel unconditional love
To go temple.
There is a heartstring to tug.
I'm her healer 
And she is mine.

Dr. Ashutosh

I want to be fugitive

I want to be fugitive

For sometimes,

When I see 

The distort faces

Pale, drowsy eyes

Having less hope.

I swallow my saliva

Many times

To feel comfort

When the things 

Are askew

And out of control.

I want to stay

In darkness

To hid me

From myself

Yes, I want to be fugitive

When I feel unease. 

Dr. Ashutosh

A meaningful journey

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My emotions are in electric mode 

To swirl in a motion, 

To occupy even a single space. 

I'm prohibited for no entry zone 

But emotions need no permission. 

Until we are free to bring 

The smile of hope on needy face. 

I would be bound 

To keep away myself, 

It will suffer thoroughly 

A gloomy to happy face. 

Then I'll celebrate the joy of festival. 

On the Dooms day 

I would be courageous 

To face myself 

Because 

My emotions did travel

A meaningful journey.

My poem

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My poem 

is the name of a young girl

whom age can't be matched

with wrinkles on her face

and hair's curl.

She churns herself 

throughout the day

to feed three siblings.

Thus her little eyes

seeks the gay.

She stitches school bags.

with her mother. 

The bags would be filled

with hopes and dreams

not for herself but others.

Dr. Ashutosh

The chanting of OM.

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When the things are not 

going good

Just leave everything 

on Almighty.

It is not only

a part of worship

but a peaceful surrounding.

What is our aura,

nothing but 

what the others look

in us.

The chanting of OM

makes our pulmonary system

strong

as well as a powerful brain

with peerless cognition. 

Dr. Ashutosh

I'm a Doctor.

I love.

I hate.

I feel pain.

I cry.

I bleed in same color

As you.

I'm not allowed to mistake.

My dictionary is full of

Care, compassion, 

Duty, dedication,

I use to get up early

But no fix time 

To go on bed.

I've a family.

I've relationship.

But no time 

To spare with them.

No temple, mosque,

Church, gurudwara

Is in my life

Except hospital.

When I take money 

As consultation,

It is assumed 

Like bribery.

A father comes to me

In hope to save the life of son.

Just while my wife

Is wriggling with labor pain.

First I treat him

Then cuddle to my wife.

My daughter always miss me

In her every happiness.

But still smiles

Like her mother.

We feel proud on each other

No pain, no complaint.

If I'm a doctor 

Is it my sin?

Not to be treated

As a human being?

Dr. Ashutosh

Is poverty a sin?

I was reading something just now. It has left many questions in my mind. Some persons are overwhelming with wealth on the other hand poverty is looking like a demon.

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They are forced to do also wrong because their hunger drive never let them alive. They don't have ego and soul but a body suffering with hunger. Sometime there is nobody to serve them food to survive. They do work, they beg, they are use to steal and it's the height of inhumanity when they are fed in exchange of body. 

How shameful this is but happening. Where is our good one? 

My genuine appeal is to all of you...

Don't waste food. It's because of two reasons, the first one is that someone can be fed what you waste and second one is that these natural resources are limited so never throw it.

"KEEP YOUR HELP CLOCK READY TO SERVE." 

Dr. Ashutosh

ME AS A PERSON

I have a sight of medical observer but a vision of thinker, philosopher and what you assume me. Writing is my passion. Healing the human beings, is my commitment by therapies and psyche as well. I wrote a book named 'THE JUDGMENT OF NIGHT' on social issues. The second one is lined up.
I leave an optimal space for words in life. Nothing can do for nothing but the words have magical string for everything. It is a speechless bond in between human to human.