Hardik Vaidya

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

Cardboard Days With No Nights - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I am quite fed up of all these cardboard days.
Womens Day
Mens Day
Fathers Day
Mothers Day
Gods Day
Teachers Day
Childrens Day
For India every planets day
I am not sure why do we keep the nights out?
Do these entities die when the sun sets?
Or do we die when the moon rises?
What happens on the other days?
Not to mention all the nights?
Have I been a fool to be in love all this while?

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  • Rookie - 314 Points Hardik Vaidya (3/8/2013 11:02:00 AM)

    Ila: Mom that's not the poets point, the poet laments on the futility of artificial days when he had been neck deep in love, love has no divisions, it has no compartments, and has no time day or night. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Mahesh Vaidya (3/8/2013 10:46:00 AM)

    It is only a breake from the routine day, without any ????? we hardly celebrate any thing. Generally we took our dear ones so casualy that we could not be able to see their love labur and care.- - - - - - - - - -ila (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 8, 2013

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