THE DREAM CULTIVATOR

THE DREAM CULTIVATOR

A Poem by hardeep sabharwal


The Dream cultivator


The other day I just taste them on my tongue,
Just chew and swallow,
They entered in my stomach,
And like many others things, these can be digested,
The voices all through my veins,
In the pressure of my blood,
Overshadowed my cerebral
But someday I sow them in the twenty one gram of my soul,
A dream I have to live as son,
My teacher once gave me plane paper,
I painted there a dream of student,
A dream cultivator I am,
A dream of being a brother,
In a corner I sowed the dreams to fulfill the duties of a lover, a husband, of a father,
And might one day as an old man I will sow the dreams of how an old man has to live the days,
As I am a dream cultivator,
Though I forget to see my own dreams.

© 2016 hardeep sabharwal



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Dream cultivator, One should encourage...
I enjoyed it...:)

Posted 7 Months Ago


Very nice title and content. Enjoyed thoroughly...:).................

Posted 12 Months Ago



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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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