I'm nothing
But a stone of mile
Showing what left behind
And where to go next
My every stance is
To clatter the wings of time.
I never sit on spongy surface
How can I allow myself
To take rest before destiny
Every color of hard work
Is in my quiver
I wake up before morning
Starts to move
Without caring the shiny stars
People speak on my silence
Because I'm carved
As their milestone.
Dr. Ashutosh
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