Hardik Vaidya Poems

2014.

Have patience.
Do not jump my gun.
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When I was a kid, I loved to play with stones.
The white marble ones? Held them one each,
In my little fists, and banged them,
To see the sparks streak out, my stars made on earth.
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Can we all come to gather, and write a poem.
A poem that is the epitome of our times to come.
Not of you and me as people,
Neither of you and me as lovers,
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Do not ask me why do I pretend,
It is her doing, not my thinking.
Poem, she is incorrigible,
Has no sense of time.
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Your not having paid attention in class
Could cost humanity greviously
Was never contemplated by the brightest peers
And that your straying during basic arithmetic lessons,
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Oh lotus womb of my civilisation.
On your petals shelter drops of identity.
Worshipped and blessed by all Avataras.
Witnessed by Bramha Vishnu Mahesh.
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They come.
They do not have manners.
It is not for them to scrub their shoes on the door mat.
They may choose to jump around in your living room.
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It is my constitutional right,
To dig my nose in public light.
To scoop, scrutinize in scientific delight,
Aim the bullet right, narrow, and tight.
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For accepting my flower,
The request of my child's eyes,
To your 19 year old bosom, breathing in delight,
To start what you decapitated in your fit of frenzy,
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I need Gas, fill me up.
The man at the gas station looked at me perplexed.
I said don't be confused, the lid is open pump it in,
Make sure its deejal, every one has a need, I am not the only one who's been.
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