Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Ayan Ghoshal the Artist
You were a born Casanova, of the spirit.
Not for the flesh but the soft soul that hid in the cleft.
Cleft not between legs,
But between the folds of breasts.
Of your eternal consort, you found the day you took your first breath.
You strove, gave up years,
Lifetimes of your existence,
Your call of the eternal,
And I realised why,
When I saw you standing with your darling daughter,
Eyes welling with pride,
Dripping with love,
Each tear, telling her my dove, dad loves you my pearl,
And then it dawned,
You took the vanawaas like Ram,
Not for Sita, but for your Sitas little charm,
Reason de être,
Now you have ensured a shelter,
Her eyes are assured of her future,
You can live off your little or more encounters,
ArtofAyanGhoshal I love you more,
Than I loved my free encounters.
Ayan Ghoshal is my school freind.
He is a fantastic natural artist.
His works can be celebrated on his face book site www.facebook.com/ArtOfAyanGhoshal.com
A loving dad, a great husband and a fantastic friend.
I guess the three add up to be a stupendous artist.
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