The ice candy

The ice candy

A Poem by hardeep sabharwal

On the road, my way back to home,
Where sun was shedding more angers even,
My brisk walk came to halt,
When I noticed my sweet sister and her friend,
At ice candy vendor, innocent faces,
Hands shining with ice candies,
My little eye's windows opened at the candy,
But my pockets were so small for coins,
And her kit's last one was utilized,
My mouth was though closed,
Like the magical cave of Alibaba' s story,
But she sensed his brother's golden imagination,
And put the candy in my hand,
And a contentment was clearly seen in her eyes,
When my tongue was on saccharined ice,
More magical thing than the Khul ja Sim Sim,
Now years after years passed,
Ice candy never tasted so delicious again,
Life is not at all magical now,
Neither me and my sister got any time to walk together,
Sisters bring happiness, I know,
On this road or any other,
Whenever a sister with her little brother walk laughingly,
My mouth is filled with the sweetness of ice candy .

© 2015 hardeep sabharwal


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Great childhood memory piece hardeep. When I was a kid we walked up to the little general food store and got Popsicles AKA icecandies. I was raised in the rural south where there were no icecream vendors. You just hiked up to the store if you wanted anything

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thank you Baby Ricochet,
childhood is the best time of life
Marie

9 Years Ago

Child is not the best time of life. Anytime is the best time of life if we make it so.



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Great childhood memory piece hardeep. When I was a kid we walked up to the little general food store and got Popsicles AKA icecandies. I was raised in the rural south where there were no icecream vendors. You just hiked up to the store if you wanted anything

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thank you Baby Ricochet,
childhood is the best time of life
Marie

9 Years Ago

Child is not the best time of life. Anytime is the best time of life if we make it so.
I love this sweet memory!
In Canada we call them Popsicles!
I wonder if this is what you mean?
Regardless it's a poem that shares a warmth between two people who are very special.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Ana
A remainder about the sweetness of our relationships. How delicate was the gesture from brother to sister. How thoughtful the sentiments. The image of the candy a nice treat a moment to share. Really a simple image but yet the threads which bind our relationships are invisible and how the smallest of gesture may have the biggest of impact at times. There is a tinge of migical belief in this.

Uplifting writing.

Thank you.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thank you Rene for a nice review
so sweet delicate and heartfelt!!!
beautifully expressed basic emotion......
i loved it!!!
:)

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot Pushkar, glad you liked it
Pushkar Prabhat

9 Years Ago

you are welcome!!!! :) :)
I loved the poem. I agree with your story in the poem.
"Whenever a sister with her little brother walk laughingly,
My mouth is filled with the sweetness of ice candy . "
The best days were the simple days. Laughter of kids make us know laughter too. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thanks a lot coyote :)
Coyote Poetry

9 Years Ago

You are welcome.
Sweet and tasty indeed after a brisk walk. It hits the right spot. Bravo...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

hardeep sabharwal

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much sir :)
Sami Khalil

9 Years Ago

You are welcome...:).......

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Added on January 24, 2015
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hardeep sabharwal
hardeep sabharwal

patiala , punjab , India



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Hardeep 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..

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