Hardik Vaidya [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|422.||To Shanks, Whom The World Knows As Shiva||3/9/2013|
|423.||To the 13 year old from Venezuela.||2/28/2013|
|424.||To The Creator||2/26/2013|
|425.||To the people in Pakistan - On the Death of Sanaullah Ranajay in India.||5/9/2013|
|426.||To those who write less||2/17/2013|
|427.||To you today||3/8/2013|
|431.||Twisted, Revolutionary, Hair raising, yet at the end, so homely.||3/26/2013|
|432.||Two unclaimed sarees.||3/2/2013|
|434.||United Nations - Nations United||3/28/2013|
|436.||Unnamed Yet Always A Sublime Echo.||12/16/2013|
|440.||Vasant Panchami - Onset Of Spring||2/15/2013|
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