Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Love is not a disease.
On the shores of your eyes,
One does feel the urge to dive in to its depths.
Just as one does feel the call standing on an oceans shore,
There is merit but academic, in whether you are a diver or a dud,
But good men I have not seek keep away from the plunge.
And yes there are but a few good men.
And fewer who survive
To write poetry.
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