Hardik Vaidya Poems
|423.||Drowned and dry||8/13/2014|
|425.||Dreams and alibi.||6/28/2014|
|428.||Don't weep for me||3/2/2013|
|429.||Do you have to be so cruel?||4/1/2013|
|430.||Do not ask me why.||8/13/2014|
|433.||Dignity of a better lover a poem in Bangla - with English Translation||3/8/2013|
|435.||Did you marry Amit?||4/1/2013|
|436.||Did my Grandmother die on a Women's day?||3/8/2013|
|439.||Dementia - Dr N Vachharajani's bête noir||3/18/2013|
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