Hardik Vaidya

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

Unwritten Poetry - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

At times she comes and refuses to leave.
She softly whispers this time let it only be we.
I loose my self in her warm embrace,
Buried in her bosom like the crescent of the moon,
While time meanders through us, on a Sunday afternoon.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

There are times when a poem comes to me, but I am lost in the poem, I choose to stay with her, rather then pen her down.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 3, 2013



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