Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Hardik Vaidya Poems

361. Sine Curve 8/20/2014
362. Single Minded Snakes. 11/14/2013
363. Sins Can Also Be A Virtue. 3/26/2013
364. Sold Out. 3/15/2013
365. Some Times. 12/1/2013
366. Sometime 1/29/2013
367. Sonic Boom 4/13/2013
368. Soptomi The Auspiscious 7th. 2/25/2013
369. Spring 1/20/2013
370. Spring Paradox 3/1/2013
371. Squeaking Wheel Gets The Oil 2/17/2013
372. Standing For 3/30/2013
373. Stick No Bills 2/18/2013
374. Stop Lying 3/2/2013
375. Stopping By The Tea Stop 12/5/2013
376. Stranded In Iraq 6/19/2014
377. Strange Void After A Long Monsoon. 3/7/2013
378. Subterranean 4/8/2013
379. Sunburns On The Kalahari 3/27/2013
380. Sunday Morning 1/19/2013
381. Supriya 2/9/2013
382. Survival Of Youth 2/12/2013
383. Swami And Narayana 11/17/2013
384. Sweet And Strange Dream 2/26/2013
385. T Manecklal 2/20/2013
386. Takshashila - Hindi Poem With English Translation 3/14/2013
387. Tare - Stars 8/15/2014
388. Tell Me The Truth And Now. 2/21/2013
389. Tell Me Why? 2/19/2013
390. Thaamnaa Thaa - I Wanted To Reach Out 4/20/2014
391. Thank You 2/16/2013
392. Thank You, Chief Editor Outgoing - Poemhunter.Com 3/27/2013
393. That The.... 12/1/2013
394. The 5th Season 2/19/2013
395. The Alpha And The Beta. 11/14/2013
396. The Art Of Sleeping 11/25/2013
397. The Bentleys Tires 2/14/2013
398. The Biggest Secret Affair I Have Ever Kept. 3/22/2013
399. The Bloom. 11/26/2013
400. The Bridge On River Why. 12/15/2013
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

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Customers always want more.
1 2 3 4
Customers always make your ulcer sore.
1 2 3 4
Customers dislike hearing no.
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Customers are never ever sure.
5 6 7 8
Customers always pay less.
6 7 8 9
Customer you are darling mine.
7 8 9 10
Please come back, I miss you dame.

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The Rape Of Mumbai

The rape of Mumbai:

A city of dreams. Dreams of men. Men and only men.
A diva that rocks, a diva that rolls, a diva that regales in men.
Like droves they come, wanting a piece of her, coy to the core she is.
Drives them to their silly deaths, and laughs, you are not the one for me.

That is what I thought when I came to her as a bee.
To ride or to be ridden is a matter of choice, to ride is a better one.

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