Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Gurudakshina to Haripada Halder
There lives a man named Haripada Halder.
In one stroke of his pen he revealed to me a hidden jewel.
Discussing philosophy over a cup of tea,
With mommy was a childhood and teenage hobby,
With the emergence of Adulthood the umbilical cord
Was severed by the pettiness of money,
Or perhaps the testosterone wanting to be someone,
Refusing to be what it was a molecule,
Wanting to be a beast, and leap the goal.
I wrote a poem and he wrote back,
The riddle I and mom could not solve he flashed back.
Silence enhances will power,
He said it; I knew it, but his saying it so, made me conceive it.
It was after a long time I had a cup of tea,
Which was meaningful and brimming with life and leaves.
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