Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|1.||$25 for a comment.||6/14/2014|
|2.||$25 lure and memories past||6/29/2014|
|3.||@ of life.||11/14/2013|
|4.||1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme||3/15/2013|
|5.||14 February 2013 - Valentines Day||2/13/2013|
|6.||15th Of August 2014 - India's Independence Day. -new-||8/15/2014|
|7.||1736 Borivali Slow||4/8/2013|
|9.||2014 The March To Delhi||3/4/2013|
|11.||64th Republic Day - India.||1/26/2013|
|12.||6th Season - Change of Perceptions||3/26/2013|
|13.||7th Season - Wisdom Of Surrender||3/28/2013|
|14.||A man deconstructed.||11/14/2013|
|15.||A Pen's Wish||3/15/2013|
|16.||A poets Cenotaph.||3/23/2013|
|17.||A Poet's Prize||3/18/2013|
|18.||A tale to tell||2/17/2013|
|19.||A unique relationship.||11/14/2013|
Barbarism is the child of man not woman.
It dies a dogs death every second, when the kind awakens in men.
The pangs of labor are not unknown. They are nightmares, holocausts.
Man before being kind is stupid. To be stupid is manly to be kind is men.
Temples, churches, mosques have been defiled, idols smashed, books burned.
Ideas imprisoned, thoughts buried, minds muffled, voices muzzled.
Heads have been rolled, blood has been let from veins for vain, with mirth.
Free has been the ethic of