Hardik Vaidya

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

To The Creator - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

What shall I offer you in return for your favor?
For giving me the opportunity to bloom in the winter despite your demeanour?
You gave me life,
You gave me my first breath,
My first ray of sight,
My first touch,
My first feel,
My first sensation towards being alive.
I cannot give you anything.
I will not give you nothing.
I have grown from you,
I am your fruit,
I will fall to ground,
And from me will spring a thousand you.


Comments about To The Creator by Hardik Vaidya

  • Freshman - 724 Points Chandra Thiagarajan (2/27/2013 2:10:00 AM)

    A wonderful address to the Creator! We are His fruits, one day to ripe and fall off giving rise to thousands of descendants- I have grown from you -.................and from me will spring a thousand you ! So profound Nice thoughts, that God resides in every one! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 26, 2013


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