Hardik Vaidya

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

Poems of Hardik Vaidya

121. Erase. 3/16/2013
122. Essentials to being a great poet. 4/2/2013
123. Eureka! 2/18/2013
124. Everything Including Nothing 2/27/2013
125. Expresso Americana 3/8/2013
126. Fare is never fair 6/20/2014
127. Fathers Hanging. 2/11/2013
128. Feeble 3/28/2013
129. Feeling. 3/12/2013
130. Ficus Religiosa 2/13/2013
131. FIR 3/19/2013
132. Fire. 11/30/2013
133. Fish bowl 3/2/2013
134. Flash Mobs - We Invented Them At Calcutta 3/15/2013
135. Flowers in the Attic. 4/11/2013
136. Free Press. 11/20/2013
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
140. Fundamental truth. 11/14/2013

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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