A Scattered DreamA Poem by hardeep sabharwal
My previous generations,
Wasted all the treasure of those words, So whenever I need to revile, my words mute, The raze if I wish to swallow, Trillions of canes of drinks, But in legacy I got only, A few peg's of sanity, Growing my insanity day by day, When eyes watching the cloth of the shirt you wear to weigh the class, And it was taught, Twenty four hours a day, Success is only in counting coins, And all dreams are, Just to achieve, But there was a scattered dream, Between the earth and the sun, Who wished only to loose, Which I go on washing, to fade, And still it come back, Like a pole star on same spot, Where every night I took some shelters, Hiding the fact, even from myself, That this dream is actually, I am, myself. © 2014 hardeep sabharwalFeatured Review
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17 Reviews Added on December 6, 2014 Last Updated on December 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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