An Indian Dream

An Indian Dream

A Poem by hardeep sabharwal

An Indian Dream

When everything is going to end,
I will not collect the remains,
Instead I will go to place where once my father took me,
My friend told that my memories are like wonderland,
And Alice can be the name of a boy,
During fever i don't want to taste medicine,
And you know besides American dream,
Which has overshadowed the world,
In a corner lies my Indian dream,
Who knows that it was happened in real,
But I can still taste your saliva in my mouth,
And the warmth of that kiss, that made me ill for a long time,
Every time when a bird grows flight wings,
A new dream take birth,
And dreams are like reality,
They go with you where ever you go,
I met three classmates in a jungle,
But none of them asked me how am I,
How am I, is not the matter,
What I am going to be, transforming into,
China says that Indian Ocean is not India's ocean,
But same thing not applies to South China Sea,
Though politics is not my field,
But I know that my Indian dream is not just Indian,
It can be Ethiopian or Syrian,
It can be Vietnamese or Nigerian,
As human have same flesh and blood, and
There dreams are not written scripts in a particular language,
Nor these dreams follow the imaginary boundaries of ocean,
They don't stop when the walls of continents come in their way,
They just know to grow and fly,
To reach beyond the imagination,
To flourish, live and let live,
Dreams and reality, together make my life,
A life .

© 2016 hardeep sabharwal



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A powerful write my friend.
"But I know that my Indian dream is not just Indian,
It can be Ethiopian or Syrian,
It can be Vietnamese or Nigerian,
As human have same flesh and blood, and
There dreams are not written scripts in a particular language,
Nor these dreams follow the imaginary boundaries of ocean, "
The above lines are the new world problems rebirth. Fighting for the water and the land. Old battles renewed. I pray we gain common sense before it is too late. Thank you for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


hardeep sabharwal

1 Year Ago

Thank you so much Sir
Coyote Poetry

1 Year Ago

You are welcome.

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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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