Hardik Vaidya

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

The Wheels Keep Turning - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Change gears.
1st to 2nd then back to first.
The process is endless till luck turns into dust.
Old men crossing.
Ants armies of them, pedestrians of Mumbai.
Red lights, Orange lights, Green flashes.
Squeezed like jelly between huge buses.
Couples smooching.
Sun setting.
Sea bathing.
Cars are flooding.
Drivers are honking.
They are talking, to their lost longings.
Lanes are a cutting.
It's freedom flowing.
Meandering of masses.
Through sentinels of policemen.
Watching, waiving, whistling, staring.
The behemoth is moving.
Every one is reaching.
Halting, screeching, yelling, abusing, and enjoying.
Beggars begging.
Hawkers selling.
Wheels keep turning.

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Comments about The Wheels Keep Turning by Hardik Vaidya

  • Rookie - 41 Points Al Manacial (3/14/2013 11:01:00 AM)

    Nice, fast moving and punchy. Feels like I'm in the taxi (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013



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