![]() RECREATIONA Poem by hardeep sabharwal
Does it make any difference,
I clamoured for you, fourteen long years, fourteen long years! it is easy to say, I melt in a row, my mother told, As a child, I did not trouble her, My laughs, my cries, like others, Did not create any kind of Big Bangs That can create and recreate universe, And than I elongated my limbs, grew dark and scaly, I covered, All my shabyness under a polite smile, And when I become anxious for you, I was told, it is love, I took granted, And lest it should be told, I took some wines of sanity, and he, A friend of me, who has changed love, Many a times, still arguing of himself, A better involved lover, but I longed This measurement in reality, This time I wish to become MOHAN, And you as MEERA, to recreate the time, Changing the position, here and everywhere, Of those, who avarised and sold Flesh to unfit themselves for love, But if they had done even that, Still resemble Meera, carrying in One hand a dish of poison for themselves And in other devotion. © 2014 hardeep sabharwalAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on October 8, 2014 Last Updated on October 8, 2014 Author![]() hardeep 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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