Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|63.||Building Castles of Poems||3/5/2013|
|64.||Bujhle? - Understood?||4/20/2014|
|66.||But without you.||12/1/2013|
|69.||Calcutta - My Love||2/4/2013|
|70.||Can You Not Be Like The Dove On My Bedroom Ledge?||2/22/2013|
|71.||Cardboard Days with no Nights||3/8/2013|
|72.||Charity and Business.||11/26/2013|
|73.||Children's Crossing in Mumbai||2/11/2013|
|80.||Conniving and innocent Gujaratis.||3/28/2013|
The Rape of Mumbai
The rape of Mumbai:
A city of dreams. Dreams of men. Men and only men.
A diva that rocks, a diva that rolls, a diva that regales in men.
Like droves they come, wanting a piece of her, coy to the core she is.
Drives them to their silly deaths, and laughs, you are not the one for me.
That is what I thought when I came to her as a bee.
To ride or to be ridden is a matter of choice, to ride is a better one.