Hardik Vaidya

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

Watchman - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I saw a watchman, snaking along.
I was at my window, he crossed the road alone.
He came out of the wine shop, just below my house,
Meandering and sozzled of the local scorn,
The virgins in my locality, shouted in misery,
Who will protect us from puncturing our litany?
I shouted back, in stone silence,
He was not drunk, he was limp and shrunk,
His leg was eaten by the empathy of India
Many a young people die and live of polio and stigma.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Just because some one is poor, illiterate and weak, does not give us the right to cast a ballot on his tweet.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013

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