Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 392 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Hardik Vaidya Poems

121. Endless Questions 2/14/2013
122. Enigma Of Creativity 2/12/2013
123. Environmental Negotiations 3/19/2013
124. Erase. 3/16/2013
125. Essentials To Being A Great Poet. 4/2/2013
126. Eureka! 2/18/2013
127. Everything Including Nothing 2/27/2013
128. Expresso Americana 3/8/2013
129. Fare Is Never Fair 6/20/2014
130. Fathers Hanging. 2/11/2013
131. Feeble 3/28/2013
132. Feeling. 3/12/2013
133. Ficus Religiosa 2/13/2013
134. Fir 3/19/2013
135. Fire. 11/30/2013
136. Fish Bowl 3/2/2013
137. Flash Mobs - We Invented Them At Calcutta 3/15/2013
138. Flowers In The Attic. 4/11/2013
139. Free Press. 11/20/2013
140. From A Womb To A Tomb - To The Most Caring, Sensitive, Goddess, Yet So Stupid. 3/9/2013
141. From Damascus To Kolkata. 11/14/2013
142. From Dung To Rung 3/18/2013
143. Fundamental Truth. 11/14/2013
144. Funny Kind Of Fear 2/27/2013
145. Futility 2/19/2013
146. Gajanan Mishra - A Fellow Poet 8/29/2014
147. Garbage Cleaners Of Mumbai. 1/29/2013
148. Gentlemans Game 2/6/2013
149. Girl At A Bustop 2/11/2013
150. Globalization 3/19/2013
151. Gm The Local Legal Hooch 3/2/2013
152. God And Men Every Body's Same Under Law 2/23/2013
153. Golpark. 2/17/2013
154. Good Morning To Me 3/5/2013
155. Grandfatherly Feeling 2/22/2013
156. Grandmoms. 12/1/2013
157. Gujarati's 2/6/2013
158. Guldaste - Bouquet 3/31/2013
159. Guru Dakshina 2/15/2013
160. Guru Purnima 7/13/2014
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

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Customers always want more.
1 2 3 4
Customers always make your ulcer sore.
1 2 3 4
Customers dislike hearing no.
1 2 3 4
Customers are never ever sure.
5 6 7 8
Customers always pay less.
6 7 8 9
Customer you are darling mine.
7 8 9 10
Please come back, I miss you dame.

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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.

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