Hardik Vaidya

[http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Poems of Hardik Vaidya

341. Sins can also be a virtue. 3/26/2013
342. Sold Out. 3/15/2013
343. Some Times. 12/1/2013
344. Sometime 1/29/2013
345. Sonic boom 4/13/2013
346. Soptomi the Auspiscious 7th. 2/25/2013
347. Spring 1/20/2013
348. Spring Paradox 3/1/2013
349. Squeaking wheel gets the oil 2/17/2013
350. Standing for 3/30/2013
351. Stick no Bills 2/18/2013
352. Stop lying 3/2/2013
353. Stopping by the tea stop 12/5/2013
354. Stranded in Iraq 6/19/2014
355. Strange Void after a long Monsoon. 3/7/2013
356. Subterranean 4/8/2013
357. Sunburns on the Kalahari 3/27/2013
358. Sunday Morning 1/19/2013
359. Supriya 2/9/2013
360. Survival of youth 2/12/2013

Beheading.

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

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