Hardik Vaidya

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

Desperate Measures. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

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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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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