Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Art Of War - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Why do we war?
We want us and ours.
What are we?
The difference between us and the enemy.
Their unwillingness to accept the freedom of plurality.
What is freedom?
Me being me, you being you, embracing each other spiritually.
How can I embrace you with my dagger drawn?
Let me drop my weapon for ever and fire the first round.
You may kill me but I will succeed in sounding your spirits horn.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

In memory of Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi a immense soul, of a poor nation, now forgotten, and shrunk to photoframes.

Comments about Art Of War by Hardik Vaidya

  • Rookie - 96 Points Sisirachandra Vaduge (3/7/2013 9:39:00 PM)

    Newer they will for plurality rather self superimacy imaginated by those war creators, fine message for those who still watch and thrill war results making use of human souls as guinipigs within this so called civilised humans modern societs, best wishes fine thoughts and arts best wishes,
    sisirachandra vaduge Badulla Srilanka. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 5, 2013



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