Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|382.||Survival of youth||2/12/2013|
|383.||Swami and Narayana||11/17/2013|
|384.||Sweet and Strange Dream||2/26/2013|
|386.||Takshashila - Hindi Poem with English Translation||3/14/2013|
|387.||Tare - Stars||8/15/2014|
|388.||Tell me the truth and Now.||2/21/2013|
|389.||Tell me why?||2/19/2013|
|390.||Thaamnaa Thaa - I wanted to Reach out||4/20/2014|
|392.||Thank you, Chief Editor Outgoing - Poemhunter.com||3/27/2013|
|394.||The 5th Season||2/19/2013|
|395.||The alpha and the beta.||11/14/2013|
|396.||The Art Of Sleeping||11/25/2013|
|397.||The Bentleys Tires||2/14/2013|
|398.||The biggest secret affair I have ever kept.||3/22/2013|
|400.||The bridge on river Why.||12/15/2013|
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