Hardik Vaidya

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

Fir - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Officer I have lost my precious belongings.
What have you lost?
Two eyes. Brown.
Mr. Vaidya, I don't like to frown,
Nor do I like poems,
I am a good man,
Now do you mind?
Officer I need help,
They are the only ones I had.
I can see you have yours.
Perhaps you lost a few nuts,
I can register for them if you must.
Saar Eyes were not mine,
You are plumb on the line,
The reflection they still hold,
Was me and mine.
Tukaram, call up his home,
He is the only lame stupid poet we have,
In our big zone,
Call his devoted and loving wife, ,
As her,
To take the prized idiot home.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013



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