Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|343.||Sand and Diamonds||3/2/2013|
|344.||Santa vs Banta||2/17/2013|
|345.||Saptapadee - Gujarati Poem - English Translation||3/24/2013|
|346.||Saraswati The Goddess Of Knowledge||3/9/2013|
|348.||Science to good use.||3/29/2013|
|351.||Sex in my city.||1/30/2013|
|352.||Sex on line||2/9/2013|
|354.||She Is Mine||3/1/2013|
|357.||Shivaratri - Jai Bhole Naath, Jai Shiva Shambu.||3/9/2013|
|358.||Shorshe / Mustard||2/9/2013|
|359.||Shubho Poila - Blessed First Day||4/15/2013|
|360.||Shudhu Ektee Chooan / Just one touch - Bangla poem with English Translation.||3/23/2013|
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