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Ashutosh Gautam Poem
Die with your eyes
Please leave me silently in my last breath
When I need you most, just smile for me once,
Ohh ! what else can I need from you thou,
Memories will be mine atleast after death.
I still remember that day of a rain
Which showered on me and on my gloomy plain
Though I know I can't reach to you to tell the same
But still I was waiting for you to tranquil me again
Still no worries , see I am happy dearthing all my pain
Alas , time has come still waiting to meet you once
Death will preach me somewhere in middle of day
Somewhere you would be mine and rain will shower on me again.
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Copyright © Ashutosh Gautam | Year Posted 2025
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Ashutosh Gautam Poem
Shadows are searching
My footprints nowhere
May be I am dreaming
The dream of somewhere.
Let's count with me till ten
The dream of a writer,
Imagination of a pen
I know quite curious you are
Well, try to listen me please
pretty good audience you are.
Ok Let's start with a simple name
Where regret ,without a single pain
Are we all still dreaming,
The dream of richy flame
Preaching for every single game
Still marathon has an end
But Laugh buddies
We are same with new claim of blame
I know each one has a collar white
Washed twice looking shiny bright
But what about the black spots
Where no one looks nor even stops
Are they are not the part of plain
Or they are simply the trash of rain
Oh sorry , I forgot
That Black spots still has a vain
Looking in to the dream
Something really fascinates me
May be it's a rush or fear of morning
A morning where no birds are chirping
Nor even a single tree is still whirling
The grandeur of doomy annoyed
Are we are building the development
Or the development building the void
Sitting on chair no one knows the fear
The sounds of death that no one can hear
Does the peace lost his identity or its name
Or the blood flowing just for the sake of fame
But
The clocked has clicked , your time is over
Please wake up the beautiful morning is still sober
Have a tea ,Dont worry for a change
Alas , the writer is still dreaming till death ,waiting for change.
Copyright © Ashutosh Gautam | Year Posted 2024
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