Poems of Hardik Vaidya
|122.||Essentials to being a great poet.||4/2/2013|
|124.||Everything Including Nothing||2/27/2013|
|126.||Fare is never fair||6/20/2014|
|134.||Flash Mobs - We Invented Them At Calcutta||3/15/2013|
|135.||Flowers in the Attic.||4/11/2013|
|137.||From a Womb to a Tomb - to the most caring, sensitive, goddess, yet so stupid.||3/9/2013|
|138.||From Damascus to Kolkata.||11/14/2013|
|139.||From dung to rung||3/18/2013|
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