Hardik Vaidya

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

Mumbai My Love - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The winners claim your nights,
Plunder you, relish you, and you scream in delight.
At just about 11 AM the punters put you to bet,
They play you to bed, they want you on bed, you bite them off
With the teeth of your glamorous hot jewels.
24*7 the labor of love treads,
With your curves in mind,
With your jives divine,
To earn a honest days bread.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This city never fails to amaze me.

Comments about Mumbai My Love by Hardik Vaidya

  • Veteran Poet - 1,990 Points Babatunde Aremu (2/12/2013 6:26:00 AM)

    Great poem about a great city. I lke it, keep writing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 12, 2013


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