Hardik Vaidya

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

I Am Angry, So What? ? ? - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I am angry at my self.
Really really mad.
I tried sincerely to convince,
But as stubborn that he is,
Refuses listen,
To distilled wisdom.
What is the problem I ask?
In being a turnstile?
You run no risk,
Riveted,
Safe,
In supreme calm,
Turn clockwise,
Turn anti clockwise,
You do your job,
You are in sync with the lord.
He will not listen.
He takes out a cigar,
Like an Italian Mafioso,
With dames around,
Bites the end off,
Flames the other,
Smokes a deep one,
Does a bottoms up,
And jeers at me,
Sonny,
I was born to be a Ferrari.
Not red, Pink.
Not because I like it,
Just for the heck of it.


Comments about I Am Angry, So What? ? ? by Hardik Vaidya

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (3/20/2013 11:35:00 AM)

    A good narrative poem about the desire...what it might be...is it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 20, 2013


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