Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|281.||Of The People, For The People and By The People||3/19/2013|
|284.||Oh New Orleans||5/12/2013|
|285.||Old and the Young||2/13/2013|
|286.||On Behalf of all Crude Husbands||2/14/2013|
|287.||On the hanging of Afzal Guru.||2/9/2013|
|288.||On your 74th run.||11/14/2013|
|294.||Passing of days||2/24/2013|
|300.||Poem By My Wife - Manisha Chhaya||2/22/2013|
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.