Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
In appreciation of Poet Joshua D Fegley
When I immerse in your poetry.
I drown of envy.
The Artic's cold and the Sun's merry gold,
Are molten together in a solid crystal,
Which shines through your soul.
If I were god,
I would take your face in my shrivelled palms,
Kiss your forehead,
Turn you into a tiny green frond,
Some where in the middle of Amazon,
The dew drops would form on your vast expanse,
The spring would then erupt from the Artic calm.
Hardik Vaidya's Other Poems
- @ of life.
- 1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhym...
- 14 February 2013 - Valentines Day
- 1736 Borivali Slow
- 2014 The March To Delhi
- 64th Republic Day - India.
- 6th Season - Change of Perceptions
- 7th Season - Wisdom Of Surrender
- A man deconstructed.
- A Pen's Wish
- A poets Cenotaph.
- A Poet's Prize
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