Hardik Vaidya

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

Fathers Hanging. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I am 14. A boy just in my teens.
The death of my father,
Was brought to me by the newspaper.
Head lines screamed.
As if more than my nights endless deep.
The media was banging away,
My soul was fading away.
I was trying to see reason,
All I heard is treason,
I was wanting to be with solitude,
In my mothers mourning and her altitude,
All I got is bytes, of sounds, bites of life.
My father is dead and gone, but you also killed me along.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wonder how would the child of Afzal Guru feel at all the senseless media cacophony.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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