Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|481.||Twisted, Revolutionary, Hair raising, yet at the end, so homely.||3/26/2013|
|482.||Two unclaimed sarees.||3/2/2013|
|484.||United Nations - Nations United||3/28/2013|
|486.||Unnamed Yet Always A Sublime Echo.||12/16/2013|
|490.||Vasant Panchami - Onset Of Spring||2/15/2013|
|491.||Vasco De Gama||2/21/2013|
|492.||Vinayvati - The Seed Of My Tolerance.||11/24/2013|
|496.||Wah Kya Nashaa Hai? / What is that addiction? - Hindi poem translated in English.||3/15/2013|
|498.||Waiting at the Airport.||2/1/2013|
|499.||Walk through Sanjay Gandhi National Park||4/27/2013|
|500.||Walking The Man||2/22/2013|
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