Hardik Vaidya [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|381.||The only eagle||2/23/2013|
|383.||The Poemhunter Rating Scale||3/6/2013|
|384.||The price of youth||3/22/2013|
|385.||The Profession Of Sales.||11/26/2013|
|386.||The Promenades of Fort, Mumbai||11/20/2013|
|387.||The purpose of life.||2/18/2013|
|388.||The Rape of Mumbai||1/18/2013|
|389.||The Red Buses in Mumbai||3/5/2013|
|390.||The road is a spittoon.||12/5/2013|
|391.||The science of Kissing.||11/14/2013|
|392.||The Senate and The Gun||4/17/2013|
|393.||The slow train.||11/20/2013|
|395.||The Stray Dog who owns me||2/18/2013|
|396.||The Tejpal Trilogy.||11/22/2013|
|397.||The Times of India||2/3/2013|
|398.||The Value of Pi 22/7||2/26/2013|
|399.||The wheels keep turning||3/14/2013|
|400.||The Woman In The Ferrari||2/8/2013|
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