Hardik Vaidya

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

The Color Red - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

What if it was scattered the most?
What if C V Raman was wrong?
Then apart from other disasters,
Which I don't have the brains to compute, perhaps a silicon chip is better attuned,
The sky in the day would have been red, not blue,
Perhaps the sun set hue would have been blue,
And in the red of the sky,
I would have seen your blood shot eyes,
And told you,
Baby dont cry,
I am not worth it,
It's you that made my life.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

To the soul who thinks I shipwrecked, exposed, denuded, raped and paralysed, how poor can one think when the ocean begins and ends with it.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 22, 2013


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