Hardik Vaidya

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

Time Travel - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The crimson red when Cuprum meets the spirit flame,
Is it the flame that writes me, or do I write the flame?
A moment of thought and it occurs,
I write for All, the all in me and the me in all.
Life bubbles, and forms little puzzles,
Life is not mine, nor yours, it spans,
Jumping one man to another,
From Mind to Mind,
The poem is one vehicle,
Where life does time travel.

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  • Freshman - 613 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (2/25/2013 11:38:00 PM)

    Nice idea! Time travel does life through the vehicle of a poem! Beautiful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 25, 2013


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