Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
I have been waiting.
For the moon to rise.
Over the calm backwaters of my lonely silence.
For the beams to ripple over
And caress my lost horizon
Such that the autumn that falls in me
Can touch the shimmering beauty of yours
The pleasant breeze of the night
Can flicker you like a flame of love
I am not lonely
I have the autumn, breeze
They are bored
They pine for you.
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