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

361. Single minded snakes. 11/14/2013
362. Sins can also be a virtue. 3/26/2013
363. Sold Out. 3/15/2013
364. Some Times. 12/1/2013
365. Sometime 1/29/2013
366. Sonic boom 4/13/2013
367. Soptomi the Auspiscious 7th. 2/25/2013
368. Spring 1/20/2013
369. Spring Paradox 3/1/2013
370. Squeaking wheel gets the oil 2/17/2013
371. Standing for 3/30/2013
372. Stick no Bills 2/18/2013
373. Stop lying 3/2/2013
374. Stopping by the tea stop 12/5/2013
375. Stranded in Iraq 6/19/2014
376. Strange Void after a long Monsoon. 3/7/2013
377. Subterranean 4/8/2013
378. Sunburns on the Kalahari 3/27/2013
379. Sunday Morning 1/19/2013
380. Supriya 2/9/2013

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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