Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Houston I have a Problem.
Why should I compete with my self?
Way to go, Cmon, Atta boy,
Why should I throw punches in air?
Fighting my shadow.
Why do I have to be my own judge?
And be forced by my soul, to be extra tough.
Why do I always have to be my own executioner?
Ruthless, dedicated, the bastar rope, well knot.
Why do I have to be my own grave digger?
Perfectionist, pure and measured.
The world is nothing to me,
I have been my biggest enemy.
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The scribbler is against any form of Capital Punishment for records sake as long as it is lawful.