Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Shards of glass on the road.
Shining in the burning sun above.
Blinding eyes, cutting feet, yet giving hope.
Hope from the deadening hum drum of routine.
Shaking up, the motorists and the passer by's
Making them realise, in utter desperate ness
They are alive.
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