Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

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

Poems of Hardik Vaidya

281. Of The People, For The People and By The People 3/19/2013
282. Office Meetings 2/5/2013
283. Oh China 4/28/2013
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
289. Owning 2/28/2013
290. Palestine 2/9/2013
291. Pancham Pooriwala 3/21/2013
292. Pandit Jee 2/28/2013
293. Parasite. 2/20/2013
294. Passing of days 2/24/2013
295. Peeping Tom 2/12/2013
296. Pen rowdy. 11/14/2013
297. Pitrupakshaa. 11/25/2013
298. Piu 3/17/2013
299. Please Call 2/6/2013
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.

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