BIRTHPLACE

BIRTHPLACE

A Poem by hardeep sabharwal


BIRTHPLACE

In fourth grade, I came to know,
That Red-Fort is a monument and,
Tricolour is a symbol of democracy,
And next day, all my class fellow out caste me,
The answer I wrote in my notebook went wrong,
I just felt a slap on my face during national anthem for standing differently,
I visited this city more than seventy two times,
And my mother is now sixty eight,
New Delhi's roads's zebra crossings were painted all in,
My black desires and my white Desires,
In inheritance some times you get diabetes,
And sometimes pains of previous generation,
In other's opinions,
I must drink a few pegs of sanity,
A dog barks here and there,
But genocide was not a joke,
Ashamed I put a curtain on myself,
In next visit I wish to fill in my migrated eyes the red color of fort,
And to taste those Sage and demon wishes in my breakfast,
And will like to bid adieu to my birthplace.

© 2016 hardeep sabharwal



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Added on December 14, 2016
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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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