Hardik Vaidya Poems
|361.||How are you?||8/10/2014|
|362.||Houston I have a Problem.||3/26/2013|
|363.||Horses in my mind.||2/7/2013|
|364.||Hope in the traffic of life.||1/26/2013|
|366.||Hindi aur meree pehchaan||11/14/2013|
|368.||Hey Its Me||3/19/2013|
|369.||Hey America you stole from our Rikshawala||3/6/2013|
|372.||Har Hathelee Par - On Every Palm||8/4/2014|
|373.||Happy Holi - Different folks different strokes.||3/26/2013|
|375.||Happy Diwali 2013.||11/14/2013|
|376.||Happiness is a state of Mind||2/24/2013|
|377.||Haaraate paaree nee - I have not managed to loose it - Bangla poem with English Translation.||3/13/2013|
|378.||Gurudakshina to Haripada Halder||3/10/2013|
The Rape of Mumbai
The rape of Mumbai:
A city of dreams. Dreams of men. Men and only men.
A diva that rocks, a diva that rolls, a diva that regales in men.
Like droves they come, wanting a piece of her, coy to the core she is.
Drives them to their silly deaths, and laughs, you are not the one for me.
That is what I thought when I came to her as a bee.
To ride or to be ridden is a matter of choice, to ride is a better one.