Horizon of expansion

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My thoughts have no legs,

No wheels or wings

But flying in imagination,

My world is not an ordinary

Which could be polished.

It is special, attention seeker.

It's a horse in vision

Representing my objects

To spread my thoughts

To polish my world.

I have to cross

Over the limitations

Where the distance and height

Overlap each other

To make horizon of expansion.

Dr. Ashutosh

Thanks to Almighty

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I want to create

An aura of my poetic soul

And pay thanks to almighty

That my words are tingling

Like a sensation.

The words never allow to sit

In the corridor of

Juvenile thoughts.

Its provoke to be mature,

To make scream awakening,

To break all the barriers.

Its tell us

How to bridge the gap

Between love to love.

Love, that seeks attention,

Love, that has enormous bonds.

I confined myself 

To create the aura of words.

Though I know that

I'm not an angel

Not a messenger of God

To spread the holy thinking.

Dr. Ashutosh

She is my lord

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Holding the hand

I'm leading the way

My every steps are 

Her blessings only.

I have no worry inside me

But a belief 

To make myself genuine

With her stance

What she looks

Perfect in me.

I'm her creation

She is my observer too

I'd love to destruct evil

To turn into good

She is the best in me

I'm her son

But she is my lord.

Dr. Ashutosh

Christmas in my view

When X-mas tree shed 
The blessings of
Fortune, love, wealth
Along with health
I keep my pray on
To save the mankind
being a healer.
I follow the teaching 
To spread smile
On needy faces.
I want to nail
The thoughts of goodwill
On the wall of horizons
To pay the gratitude
To almighty
For my meaningful journey
Why I sent here.
Christmas is not only a festival
But a way to purify
Our inner soul.

@Dr. Ashutosh
14 Nov. 2017

Having mother's heart.

I'm painful

But it's not for mine

Feeling sorrow 

For my young ones

Who are still

Waiting for me.

I'm flapping my wings

Continuously

But in vain

Unable to go there 

To feed them

Only ruffling my feather.

But still 

I'm satisfied

That I didn't hover over

The young ones

To dives out of the nest

To lodge on a high crag.

They are four weeks old

And can flutter out

From their nest

Urged along by my call.

Dr. Ashutosh

The eight pieces of Two stale chapatis

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The boy

Sitting on 

A red-green 

Painted pavement

Of a roadside

Looking his plate

Which is garnished

By two stale chapatis

And

Few pinches salt.

He poured some water

On salt

And left some in vessel

To swallow

The eight pieces of

Two stale chapatis.

Dr. Ashutosh

Can a poor boy redeem this one?

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A boy grabbed a

Gift voucher of

Two thousand rupees

In his fist

Is looking 

Glad genuinely 

Because

He didn't know

So far

How to redeem it!

Dr. ashutosh

Worries of a father

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How can a father of 

Two young daughters sleep

At nights

When they both are touching

A standard line of marriage time.

Two worries are here

To make an endless line 

On his forehead

First to keep them virgin

And second of dowry.

Heart never allows to him

To think about those

But the mind never allows

To stop thinking.

Dr. Ashutosh

On a silent sea-shore

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The long sky scrapper trees

Are the widening of the limits,

A beautiful creation of God

And a deep imagination of my cerebrum.

Two little innocent children

Are hugging each other

Whole universe showering the love

As a vast blue sky.

I'm on a still boat of dense thought

To be the evident of moment

On a silent sea-shore.

Dr. ashutosh

Being a healer or friend

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If love is a contagious disease 

Then I would love to spread it 

Among the needy one 

Being a healer or friend. 

 The hands raised to grab 

The eyes looked to hope 

The feet stepped to beg 

The tongue secrated to liquid 

The skin hoped to shed 

Yes I want to be there 

Being a healer or friend. 

 They never know 

The melody of Krishna's flute 

But the rhythm of vocal beauty 

As a feriwala or street vendor. 

They live in days and nights 

Not in the ages. 

Yes I want to feel the mirage 

Being a healer or friend. 

 They have no candle and diya to lit 

But I've compassion to share. 

They have no color to play 

But I've a hope for them to gear 

They have nothing to feel 

But I'm desperate to spread love 

Being a healer or friend.