Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|341.||Sins can also be a virtue.||3/26/2013|
|346.||Soptomi the Auspiscious 7th.||2/25/2013|
|349.||Squeaking wheel gets the oil||2/17/2013|
|351.||Stick no Bills||2/18/2013|
|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|
|357.||Sunburns on the Kalahari||3/27/2013|
|360.||Survival of youth||2/12/2013|
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