Hardik Vaidya [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|341.||Sweet and Strange Dream||2/26/2013|
|343.||Takshashila - Hindi Poem with English Translation||3/14/2013|
|344.||Tell me the truth and Now.||2/21/2013|
|345.||Tell me why?||2/19/2013|
|347.||Thank you, Chief Editor Outgoing - Poemhunter.com||3/27/2013|
|348.||That the.... -new-||12/1/2013|
|349.||The 5th Season||2/19/2013|
|350.||The alpha and the beta.||11/14/2013|
|351.||The Art Of Sleeping -new-||11/25/2013|
|352.||The Bentleys Tires||2/14/2013|
|353.||The biggest secret affair I have ever kept.||3/22/2013|
|354.||The bloom. -new-||11/26/2013|
|355.||The Color Red||2/22/2013|
|356.||The dead and their ashes.||11/14/2013|
|358.||The eagle is back||3/14/2013|
|359.||The Eternal Need||1/19/2013|
|360.||The Farmers of India||4/24/2013|
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