Hardik Vaidya

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

The Biggest Secret Affair I Have Ever Kept. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I have had a long and secret affair,
Of flesh, blood, heat, and dust,
With a distant land,
A land is a woman you should be endowed by now to know that,
A woman is a tongue, if you do not know this,
Jump off your next mental erection.
A tongue is a gateway, into feelings, emotions, into gods bed before its made,
After a long night of ecstasy and satiated fantasy.
My dad worked for a German company,
I tried to learn German, but never found the time,
Despite hearing the lovely nightingale on duetche velle
As if I was hearing the Pacific's sound,
I would love to have a German Woman Friend,
Not afar, but here close by in Mumbai,
Not German by birth, by skin, but by her thoughts,
By the folds of her minds,
By the turns of her curves on the nights of her kind,
I hate to pay, to learn a woman's tongue,
A tongue, which I feel is perhaps a lost mothers tongue,
Is there any woman, who can lend me hers,
I will lend you my man's epitome,
The complete Encyclopedia,
Of being a queen without a throne.



Explanation:

My Dad an engineer by profession and gladly and thankfully a very honest man, for which, Will remain eternally indebted to him. Worked for a Major German firm which was involved in setting up coal washeries in India.

He went to Germany many times, to a small town call Dortmund, and perhaps to Munich, he went once to Berlin, it had wall then.

His boss a Gujarati asked him to enrol at Max Muller Bhavan Calcutta and learn German, form that point I have been obsessed to learn Duetch I hope I spell the German version of German right.

But despite I having the money, I don't feel like paying to learn a language, I think thats like buying a woman for sex, something I am yet to do.


Comments about The Biggest Secret Affair I Have Ever Kept. by Hardik Vaidya

  • Gold Star - 6,269 Points Douglas Scotney (3/23/2013 12:56:00 AM)

    Richtig ist 'Deutsche Welle', Hardik. Ich spreche Deutsch. Bin aber keine deutsche Frau, bin ein Mann, der aus Australien kommt. Gutes Gluck mit der Frau. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 22, 2013



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