Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|181.||I Gift You 7 Heavens||5/7/2013|
|182.||I Want To Be A Common Dumb Man||3/16/2013|
|183.||I want to be a cow||2/18/2013|
|184.||I want to be a unknown brook||3/21/2013|
|185.||I want to be a vagabond||3/13/2013|
|186.||I want to count the foot falls on the mall of my mind||4/2/2013|
|187.||I will shall then not exist.||12/17/2013|
|188.||I will no longer be a buyer.||3/28/2013|
|189.||Ichha / Khwaahish / wish - Hindi Poem - english translation.||3/15/2013|
|191.||If I Am Dead||2/22/2013|
|192.||If I Did Not Deserve You||2/20/2013|
|195.||In appreciation of Poet Joshua D Fegley||2/23/2013|
|196.||In appreciation of poetry by Lance Uppercutt||2/15/2013|
|198.||India a players nation.||11/16/2013|
|200.||India Pakistan Bangladesh||2/6/2013|
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