Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 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

241. Man And Nature 2/12/2013
242. Manisha - My Wife. 2/7/2013
243. Mans Tongue. 3/9/2013
244. Meditation 6/17/2014
245. Memories. 11/14/2013
246. Mendeleevz Periodic Table 2/21/2013
247. Mid Day. 11/14/2013
248. Minority Report. 6/30/2014
249. Misfit 2/15/2013
250. Mobile 2/12/2013
251. Molasses Of Our Minds 3/18/2013
252. Moment. 11/29/2013
253. Monsoons 6/26/2014
254. More Or Less 2/18/2013
255. Mouna Vrata - The Vow Of Silence. 8/29/2014
256. Mumbai Meri Jaan 3/20/2013
257. Mumbai My Love 2/12/2013
258. Mumbai. 11/17/2013
259. Mumbaikar - The Mumbai Denizen. 11/14/2013
260. Mumbai's National Park 2/26/2013
261. Mushroom 2/3/2013
262. Muslim Material 2/13/2013
263. My Blackberry Beeps 2/18/2013
264. My Heritage 2/22/2013
265. My House 2/18/2013
266. My Kind Of Love. 3/20/2013
267. My Plea To The Powerful In A Democracy.I Am Begging For Your Mercy. 3/10/2013
268. My School - Julien Day School 35 E, Elgin Road, Calcutta. 2/11/2013
269. Mystery 2/14/2013
270. Nataraj 2/4/2013
271. Nature 2/4/2013
272. Nature Is Fair 2/22/2013
273. Neat And Imprisoned. 3/15/2013
274. Nelson And He Was A Mandela. 12/6/2013
275. New World Terrorists 6/29/2014
276. Nirguna - One Without Traits 3/17/2013
277. Non Conducting Minds 2/22/2013
278. Nota. 11/14/2013
279. Obituary - Robin Wiliams 8/13/2014
280. Observations Of Young Doves 2/16/2013
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.
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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.

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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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