Hardik Vaidya

[http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Poems of Hardik Vaidya

401. The Color Red 2/22/2013
402. The dead and their ashes. 11/14/2013
403. The donts: 11/14/2013
404. The eagle is back 3/14/2013
405. The Empire. 12/8/2013
406. The Eternal Need 1/19/2013
407. The Farmers of India 4/24/2013
408. The Final Proposal 3/1/2013
409. The flowers tale 8/5/2014
410. The Forgotten. 11/14/2013
411. The fortune maker 9/10/2014
412. The Geeta In Your Kiss 5/2/2013
413. The Global Crash of Religions 3/5/2013
414. The Hawks. 4/29/2013
415. The impossible poem 4/7/2013
416. The King of Fruits 4/14/2013
417. The Least You Could Do 2/26/2013
418. The life of a sales professional 3/7/2013
419. The Light of India 3/5/2013
420. The lone dog barks 8/1/2014

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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