Hardik Vaidya Poems
|381.||Guldaste - bouquet||3/31/2013|
|385.||Good Morning to Me||3/5/2013|
|387.||God and Men every body's same under law||2/23/2013|
|388.||GM the local legal hooch||3/2/2013|
|390.||Girl At A Bustop||2/11/2013|
|392.||Garbage Cleaners of Mumbai.||1/29/2013|
|393.||Gajanan Mishra - A Fellow Poet||8/29/2014|
|395.||Funny kind of Fear||2/27/2013|
|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|
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