HARJEET SINGH - POEMS

Harjeet Singh is an Indian English poet and short story writer. He earned a Master's degree in English from his district college Hoshiarpur (Punjab). And he earned a bachelor’s degree in mathematics. His father, Principal "Joginder Singh," was a keen lover of the English language and his guidelines have made Harjeet able to grasp some of the fundamentals of this language. His work has appeared in Indian, Canadian & American magazines. Readers can reach him while searching in Google “Harjeet Singh Poet or poems”.

​Youth and Money

Youth and money are the ornamental things
Which can be wielded for a long time
if they are wantoned away advertently.
If quidam wants to frivol them away
like greased lightning,
Then it’s very easy strategy,
Youth languishes in the vast libido.
Money dissipates with unduly lofty longing,
forgetting the bare essentials of life.​

​Fragrances

Fragrances showing tender relic
of departed, olden issues,
Panoramic view of pastness.
Recollections of antique days.
Sundered stickum acting toscin
Heavy errand to discard them.
Person passing sideward pavement
Though he be without acquantaince.
Whiff of passerby when passes
Stranger swells when ticker’s timbre
Former visions dangle nearly.
Feelings tower touching summits.
In remoteness, whilom rhythm(music)
Lyrics echo into mollusk
Flowing stations after listen.
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​He never becomes former

His grandeur remains stable 

Despite the ravages of time.

No other rank is immune to ex-

Mortals become victim one day

But his art is perused and spread.

Voluntarily he espouses the department

of liberal arts.

With tiring efforts he wins favours

And makes a farm in others' hearts.

His primordial target is to earn name and fame,

Hearty voice on befitting issue,

He carves embroidery on sheets

and on the sands of heart.

Infinitely his art remains

as current and the vogue is great.

His art describes the era and span

And creatures, rituals and traditions of his time.

From beginning to end he encounters with

the calibre of language, themes, subject- matters

and universal forms.

Sometimes he speaks heart’s matters through characters.

He chews the dish of disinterestedness and honesty

In hey day his art is studied by myriads,

After eternal rest, he is the choice of millions

From start to finish he remains 

the pulse reader of crowd.

He remains wordless until his mentation speaks.

He reduces his own tastes for the sake of theatre.

His long voyage in the literary world is archived as a record,

The creature of liberal vein, no stranger to

grip the current issues of his time,

He fritters away whole life in papers and ink,

He never becomes former.

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