Hardik Vaidya Poems

People are feeble.
No. Feeble are foibles.
People lost the I in we.
No. We lost the I in them.
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America as you bleed and grieve,
Think about us, not because of sympathy.
The oldest and the largest Democrasy
Two souls, two pearls, two eyes
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Your eyes committed.
Your hair, the sun shine on them committed.
The gentle movement of your bosom as you breathed,
Committed.
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I see two workmen,
Welding at a height.
They must be at least 7 floors high.
Wearing but a orange hard hat,
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It's early morning.
The mist comes rolling.
She engulfs, embraces, smothers.
The high rises of Worli snuggle and whisper.
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Freedom is kept, never won.
Treasured in the womb of our consciousness.
Practised every passing moment.
Grown, tendered, nurtured, across time.
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No not fair.
It has to be more than that.
What do $25 buy?
Perhaps a coke, some burgers.
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I always chose the wrong train
To be with you, on that hot humid lusty Second class Western Railway compartment.
I never reached my destination.
I hoped we could together.
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Let my poem kiss you,
Before the Skies seal your lips.
Let my poem pour into your eyes,
Before the oceans drown in them.
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A skydwafer is being built,
Stealing away a little of my sky.
What a hypocrite am I?
On the 6th floor, I have robbed 6 Skies,
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