Hardik Vaidya

[http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Poems of Hardik Vaidya

381. The eagle is back 3/14/2013
382. The Empire. 12/8/2013
383. The Eternal Need 1/19/2013
384. The Farmers of India 4/24/2013
385. The Final Proposal 3/1/2013
386. The Forgotten. 11/14/2013
387. The Geeta In Your Kiss 5/2/2013
388. The Global Crash of Religions 3/5/2013
389. The Hawks. 4/29/2013
390. The impossible poem 4/7/2013
391. The King of Fruits 4/14/2013
392. The Least You Could Do 2/26/2013
393. The life of a sales professional 3/7/2013
394. The Light of India 3/5/2013
395. The Long and Short Of İt 3/3/2013
396. The mindless fog. 3/16/2013
397. The mite. 3/7/2013
398. The New Alphabet 2/26/2013
399. The new raj 3/30/2013
400. The new Veda 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

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