The Art Of Sleeping Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The Art Of Sleeping



Knowledge,
Stunted by the inertia of flaccid attitude,
No passion displayed,
Billions go lost,
Gold bullion as well,
We rest,
Living dead,
Carving our tomb stones,
As opportunities lay us aside,
While we dream,
Want,
Need,
The diva,
To come to us,
And disrobe,
Without effort.

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Disgusted by obtuse business behaviours.

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Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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