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

201. India A Players Nation. 11/16/2013
202. India Arrived. 11/14/2013
203. India Pakistan Bangladesh 2/6/2013
204. Indian Contemporary And Pristine Culture. 6/17/2014
205. Indians. 2/7/2013
206. India's Horse Race 3/5/2013
207. Infidelity 2/9/2013
208. Innocent Mistake 2/28/2013
209. Interruption. 11/19/2013
210. Invoices. 2/18/2013
211. It Is Not Your Job 11/19/2013
212. Iteration 11/15/2013
213. It's Just A Corner Away 3/6/2013
214. Itune. 2/4/2013
215. James Foley 8/20/2014
216. Jingyi Zheng 3/17/2013
217. Just Dont Be Sad 3/11/2013
218. Kabhee - Sometime 8/29/2014
219. L.A.P.D 3/16/2013
220. Landlocked. 3/13/2013
221. Lands Of Kutchh 2/2/2013
222. Late Margaret Thatcher. 4/8/2013
223. Leak 2/20/2013
224. Leave God Alone 2/15/2013
225. Let's Bin The Cliche On Womens Day 3/7/2013
226. Lets Play Poker 2/14/2013
227. Lies, Damned Lies And Great Lies. 2/15/2013
228. Liking A Poet. 3/25/2013
229. Lines 3/26/2013
230. Little Bits 7/11/2014
231. Lock Smith 2/8/2013
232. Lost And Found 2/5/2013
233. Love 1/17/2013
234. Love In A Local Train 2/6/2013
235. Love Is Never Democratic. 3/12/2013
236. Lovers 4/24/2013
237. Maa - Mother 8/6/2014
238. Madhukar Natvarlal Vachharajani 2/7/2013
239. Madhusudan 2/11/2013
240. Mahakali 2/5/2013
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

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Customers always want more.
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Customers always make your ulcer sore.
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Customers dislike hearing no.
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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.

Read the full of 1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

Beheading.

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

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