Desperate Measures. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Desperate Measures.



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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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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