A Poem by hardeep sabharwal


In the end,
Only truth survives,
Bitter and alone,
All the walls of bias ness,
The Sand castles of lies,
And you come out,
As you are,
Under even how many coatings,
A number of masks,
Truth is not like a painter,
Who can colour the sketch of life,
With colours of the wishes,
Not it is a poet,
Who can create new meanings out of words,
And really,
It has not learnt from us,
How to trick and decieve.
It is said,
That in the end everything become blurr,
Or out of visions,
But truth is like a sun, who
With its rays, illustrates
And clears all the mist, and
Changes the dusk into dawn

© 2016 hardeep sabharwal

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Added on September 17, 2016
Last Updated on September 17, 2016


hardeep sabharwal
hardeep sabharwal

patiala , punjab , India

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..