The B*****d TruthA Poem by hardeep sabharwal
I buried all the b*****d Truth,
That are banished, Being a cowered, the only idea, That came to my pompous mind, To cultivate this b*****d, The legitimate politics and, Marketing MBA media,, That can sell even, Your sorrows, your tears, Your love, your rapes, Your starving stomachs, Your acid burned faces, Your livers, your kidneys, Your aborted wombs, Your bribes, your corruption,, Your hopes, your failures,, And even your souls,, So I thought to bury the soul, And to utter astonishment, Souls have no objections of being buried, Under earth is a better place, As being blind is better than to act blinds, It does not matters,, Look, look, it happens, Yes, it does not matter to us,, But when a time will come, And it will matter us!! We will already become only a matter, The b*****d matter. © 2014 hardeep sabharwalFeatured Review
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15 Reviews Added on October 30, 2014 Last Updated on October 30, 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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