Hardik Vaidya

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

A poets Cenotaph.


Walking through a cemetery,
Chanced to see a tomb stone,
Only a head piece,
No grave,
No name,
Just written,
On stone with a pen,
A poet waits,
If you are the one,
Don't waste,
Lift the blanket green,
Sleep beside,
I am awaiting, alive, inside.

Submitted: Saturday, March 23, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (A poets Cenotaph. by Hardik Vaidya )

Enter the verification code :

  • Hardik Vaidya (4/17/2013 10:35:00 PM)

    Hi Ruhi Shah, I don't wish you a grave, but a bed of roses, and a blanket of Jasmine. Why wait for the grave? Quote while alive. Cheers and best luck. (Report) Reply

  • Roseann Shawiak (4/14/2013 10:41:00 PM)

    This poem appeals to my inner senses and I love it. A poet waits, If you are the one, this hits my mind and am not sure why exactly. Will have to think about it some more. (Report) Reply

Read all 3 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Blue!, Ronald Chapman
  2. A Mistake, Morgan Michaels
  3. Cold Dreams, Ronald Chapman
  4. THE WAILING STRIP, Mohamed Yussuf
  5. Cold Days, Ronald Chapman
  6. Clouds, Ronald Chapman
  7. This Night, Neela Nath
  8. Chuseok Korean Thanksgiving Day (Regional), Ronald Chapman
  9. Chocolate, Ronald Chapman
  10. Children Playing, Ronald Chapman

Poem of the Day

poet Edgar Allan Poe

Kind solace in a dying hour!
Such, father, is not (now) my theme-
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet Jacques Prevert

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]