MY WORDSA Poem by hardeep sabharwal
Composing words
Is often musical, Like the waves Rippling in a lake when rain drops fall, Soft as the sound of echoes in valleys, Pious as the chanting of bells in a temple Devoted to gods, Emerging as the rays of hope, Creating a movement of dance in every relationship, The melody of life. But my words, Lying here and there On the floor of the room Beside the bookshelves, Near your slippers, Broken, unsaid and unpolished, Like my existence, And our relationship -- Every day I try to create rhythms Out of the threads of life, Stitching and unraveling them, But never able to compose anything, Except a song of sadness. © 2016 hardeep sabharwalReviews
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14 Reviews Added on March 22, 2016 Last Updated on March 22, 2016 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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