PoetryA Poem by hardeep sabharwal
What is poetry, I dont know
still I am writing it not this that I am pretending to be It comes naturally to me, and I can concieve it as hen lay eggs or a woman bore a child, It is not great, very simple as ordinary as I am myself I know my limitations and also my poetry 's , but how can each mother raise her child to zenith, effort is the must, I know as you can show the path, if not compel and I have chosen a path which is Not didactic not philosophical the path that leads to greatness, But only it is an emotional way T o express human feeling Which states a sorrow simply A sorrow, a laughter simply a laughter, a path that do not take us into deeper, symbolic or spiritual world It only surfaces materialistic needs, Because I belong to a world Which is really materialistic And my poetry too. © 2014 hardeep sabharwalFeatured Review
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16 Reviews Added on September 6, 2014 Last Updated on September 6, 2014 Authorhardeep sabharwalpatiala , punjab , IndiaAboutHardeep Sabharwal describes himself as person of few words. He is one of millions of middle class Indians who do not have any ideology; they only want to live a peaceful life. The thing that hurts him.. more..Writing
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