Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

A man deconstructed.


What does it take,
To make a man.
Chivalry?
Brawns?
Brains?
Libido?
A woman.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013

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  • Roseann Shawiak (3/23/2014 10:58:00 PM)

    Such a beautiful thought coming from a man, it is not often that it happens.
    That a woman makes a man is a very generous statement, good use of
    poetical license. I look forward to reading more of your poetry, hope you
    are writing some more now. Thank you, Hardik, I miss hearing from you.
    RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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