Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|41.||Ayan Ghoshal the Artist||3/23/2013|
|42.||Baby let the ice weep.||3/23/2013|
|44.||Barber A Mans Best Friend||3/8/2013|
|45.||Baval - A Thorny Shrub||2/3/2013|
|46.||Bean Counting Poets.||2/6/2013|
|47.||Bed time rhyme.||2/27/2013|
|48.||Bed time story at Andromeda.||4/12/2013|
|50.||Being a Hindu Poet - Some Priviledges||3/26/2013|
|53.||Bharat Bandh - India Shut||2/19/2013|
|55.||Blast Off Saturn VI||4/9/2013|
|57.||Boston Terror Bomb Blasts||4/15/2013|
|58.||Boston to Bangalore Terror Sparks.||4/17/2013|
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