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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
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