Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|101.||Dignity of a better lover a poem in Bangla - with English Translation||3/8/2013|
|104.||Do not ask me why. -new-||8/13/2014|
|105.||Do you have to be so cruel?||4/1/2013|
|106.||Don't weep for me||3/2/2013|
|109.||Dreams and alibi.||6/28/2014|
|111.||Drowned and dry -new-||8/13/2014|
|117.||Enigma of Creativity||2/12/2013|
|120.||Essentials to being a great poet.||4/2/2013|
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