Hardik Vaidya

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

Ricin Laced Human Face. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Letters
Ambassadors of human spirit
Souls sublime of free hearts
Electricity of minds
The tap roots anchoring our collective sanity
Our gasps for fresh air
The warriors of non violent aggression
Wars of dissent
Volcanoes of emotions
The hot springs of creative eruptions
They too have been poisoned
Nay
They want our mouths to be muzzled
Minds to be closed
Souls to be dead
Tongues to be sealed
And hearts to be frozen with fear.

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On the news of Ricin laced letters sent to White House.

Comments about Ricin Laced Human Face. by Hardik Vaidya

  • Gold Star - 33,957 Points Gajanan Mishra (4/17/2013 8:20:00 PM)

    hot springs of creative eruptions. good poem. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 3, 2013


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