Hardik Vaidya

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

Of The People, For The People And By The People - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Where are the people?
Of course you haven't forgotten them,
Certainly they exist,
Dear God not on news papers ink,
I too can't find them,
Perhaps buried under heaps?
Of lies, cheap ones not expensive
We aren't a rich country, economy is priority.
Of lost dreams, black and white
Color cartridges cost a bomb to buy.
Of dead souls, not the living
To live is a luxury all cannot afford to buy.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 19, 2013


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