Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
So much of noise.
I can't go to sleep.
The horny vehicles seep through my glass sheets,
The silk is lonely, my legs scrub in agony
When will you come?
Filter the numb glass and overcome,
The laws of liquid,
The pangs misfit,
When will you decide, ego is poor sight,
To be nude is divine, in my arms is Palestine.
Comments about this poem (Palestine by Hardik Vaidya )
Top 500 Poems
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
William Ernest Henley