Hardik Vaidya

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

Passing Of Days - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Every day goes by.
The Calendar flips a good bye.
Nothing changes.
Apart from the usual din of seasons.
The buzz of people.
You remain, I remain.
The background moves,
As if in disdain,
Thinking we won't change,
Neither you nor me,
Ever in love, yet painted in pain,
Wanting each other,
But in our own different ways.

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  • Silver Star - 4,127 Points Dave Walker (2/24/2013 3:06:00 AM)

    A great poem, some times we never see the
    changes. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013

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