Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Hardik Vaidya Poems

41. Audacity 3/25/2013
42. Australia 2/9/2013
43. Ayan Ghoshal The Artist 3/23/2013
44. Baby Let The Ice Weep. 3/23/2013
45. Bandra 11/20/2013
46. Barber A Mans Best Friend 3/8/2013
47. Baval - A Thorny Shrub 2/3/2013
48. Bean Counting Poets. 2/6/2013
49. Bed Time Rhyme. 2/27/2013
50. Bed Time Story At Andromeda. 4/12/2013
51. Beheading. 1/16/2013
52. Being A Hindu Poet - Some Priviledges 3/26/2013
53. Being Blind 3/26/2013
54. Betrayal 3/19/2013
55. Bharat Bandh - India Shut 2/19/2013
56. Bholenath. 1/26/2013
57. Blast Off Saturn Vi 4/9/2013
58. Blinkers On. 11/23/2013
59. Boston Terror Bomb Blasts 4/15/2013
60. Boston To Bangalore Terror Sparks. 4/17/2013
61. Breakfast. 5/17/2013
62. Budwiser. 2/19/2013
63. Building Castles Of Poems 3/5/2013
64. Bujhle? - Understood? 4/20/2014
65. Bus Stop 2/8/2013
66. But Without You. 12/1/2013
67. Buying Love. 2/1/2013
68. Cable Country 3/22/2013
69. Calcutta - My Love 2/4/2013
70. Can You Not Be Like The Dove On My Bedroom Ledge? 2/22/2013
71. Cardboard Days With No Nights 3/8/2013
72. Charity And Business. 11/26/2013
73. Children's Crossing In Mumbai 2/11/2013
74. Chirping Trees 7/18/2014
75. Chitrangada 2/16/2013
76. Chrysanthemum 3/1/2013
77. Coming Closer 3/31/2013
78. Commitment 2/7/2013
79. Complete Confusion 2/27/2013
80. Conniving And Innocent Gujaratis. 3/28/2013
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

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Customers always want more.
1 2 3 4
Customers always make your ulcer sore.
1 2 3 4
Customers dislike hearing no.
1 2 3 4
Customers are never ever sure.
5 6 7 8
Customers always pay less.
6 7 8 9
Customer you are darling mine.
7 8 9 10
Please come back, I miss you dame.

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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.

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