Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
To my dads compliment on face book
Show me one poet who does not write from heart.
Show me one poem not beating alive.
Life when trapped in its motion,
When she is just about to bathe,
In her own self,
With no one between her,
But she and her self,
Is a poem, no great no less.
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