Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
How big is the sea around me,
Says the gold fish swimming around in the glass bowl.
Why is it that I only see me and me every small step alone?
There must be some problem,
Grandparents never told me the story of whales,
Wonder what happened to them.
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