Hardik Vaidya

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

L.A.P.D - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Wonderful dreams but come rare,
Sitting on the fork of the Y
The H O L L Y W O O D
Hands behind my head,
Legs dangling in broad day light,
Glares over my eyes,
And a smile that would fit the Grand Canyon,
Soon came a smart police man,
Put your hands behind your head,
You have the right to remain silent,
All I remember is thinking,
My hands are behind my head,
And I have been only silent.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 16, 2013

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