WheelA Poem by hardeep sabharwal
wheel
It is not possible to return, For a river to To the point of ascension, For dawning sun To return in the morning again, For a giant tree To become a plant again, In the cycle of time Though to say River water becomes cloud again Falls in the form of rain At the point of its origin, The sun in the next day Becomes a morning sun again, And a tree germinates in its seed To blossem as a tiny plant, But the stream of water flowing again from the source Is a new stream, New sunrise in the next morning, Is a new day, And the tiny plant sprouted from the seed is New plant is only, Even in this impossible cycle of time, It takes us back and behind In an afternoon of childhood, As a youth waiting on the road anxiously, In the eyes of a lover who just fell in love, In any old moment that fills with an excitement or depression, Anywhere, in any city and in any age, Destroy all the fortresses of time Neautralizes the time cycle and its wrinkles The mind and its fourth dimension of mind..... © Hardeep Sabharwal © 2018 hardeep sabharwal |
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1 Review Added on June 4, 2018 Last Updated on June 4, 2018 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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