Hardik Vaidya

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

When I Was A Kid - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

When I was a kid, I loved to play with stones.
The white marble ones? Held them one each,
In my little fists, and banged them,
To see the sparks streak out, my stars made on earth.
When I was a kid, I loved to play with stones,
The flat clay ones? Held then at an angle,
Flung them like Orion,
They skipped across the lake, Flying fishes I made.
When I was a kid, I loved to play with fire flies,
Uncle Steve used to trap them for me,
After good nights, my bedroom was filled with the jewels of the sky.
Now they are all in me,
I spark, I ignite, I fly and I shine.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, March 25, 2013


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