Hardik Vaidya

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

Cruelty Or Kindness - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

A nocturnal bug laments,
He buzzes around street lights and complains.
In the days of pristine old,
When coal was yet to be burned to boil water to gold,
Young torrents were yet to be shred by the steel blades of turbines bold,
Protons were yet to be split, and the Womb of nature was yet to be blown.
To generate electricity, which the man standing on the window sill loves more and more.
Forefathers swarmed at fires on earth, some natural some lit by his fore fathers,
Danced the crescendo of passion, till they were consumed by her flaming motion.
Today and going forward,
I fly around poles, only to hit glass walls, behind which lurks the Neon moll,
I can never now know thanks to the man standing on the window sill aloft,
What is to be devoured, by the love of your life.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I saw a bug buzzing around a neon street light from by bed room window this morning and the poem came to me.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 27, 2013



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