At lastA Poem by hardeep sabharwal
The end of illusions,
Is not very smooth, neither rough, Yet it is not less painful, Than the illusion itself, The hungers of the soul, Are not really bubbling now, Yet it is not dead, neither living, as it was ever, The haste to elope, Is delaying its zenith, Yet it is not slow, neither sombre, In its desire to flourish © 2014 hardeep sabharwalFeatured Review
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22 Reviews Added on October 17, 2014 Last Updated on October 17, 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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