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

381. Guldaste - bouquet 3/31/2013
382. Gujarati's 2/6/2013
383. Grandmoms. 12/1/2013
384. Grandfatherly Feeling 2/22/2013
385. Good Morning to Me 3/5/2013
386. Golpark. 2/17/2013
387. God and Men every body's same under law 2/23/2013
388. GM the local legal hooch 3/2/2013
389. Globalization 3/19/2013
390. Girl At A Bustop 2/11/2013
391. Gentlemans Game 2/6/2013
392. Garbage Cleaners of Mumbai. 1/29/2013
393. Gajanan Mishra - A Fellow Poet 8/29/2014
394. Futility 2/19/2013
395. Funny kind of Fear 2/27/2013
396. Fundamental truth. 11/14/2013
397. From dung to rung 3/18/2013
398. From Damascus to Kolkata. 11/14/2013
399. From a Womb to a Tomb - to the most caring, sensitive, goddess, yet so stupid. 3/9/2013
400. Free Press. 11/20/2013

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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