Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Hardik Vaidya Poems

41. Heretic 2/2/2013
42. Lands Of Kutchh 2/2/2013
43. Road Sides And Middles 2/6/2013
44. Tree 2/7/2013
45. Horses In My Mind. 2/7/2013
46. Indians. 2/7/2013
47. Rape Of Ila 2/8/2013
48. Odd Ones Out 2/8/2013
49. Bus Stop 2/8/2013
50. Australia 2/9/2013
51. On The Hanging Of Afzal Guru. 2/9/2013
52. The Woman In The Ferrari 2/8/2013
53. Lock Smith 2/8/2013
54. Infidelity 2/9/2013
55. Watchman 2/9/2013
56. Shorshe / Mustard 2/9/2013
57. Supriya 2/9/2013
58. Conversations 2/9/2013
59. Palestine 2/9/2013
60. Desperate Measures. 2/11/2013
61. Children's Crossing In Mumbai 2/11/2013
62. Madhusudan 2/11/2013
63. My School - Julien Day School 35 E, Elgin Road, Calcutta. 2/11/2013
64. Girl At A Bustop 2/11/2013
65. Fathers Hanging. 2/11/2013
66. Mumbai My Love 2/12/2013
67. Survival Of Youth 2/12/2013
68. Man And Nature 2/12/2013
69. Enigma Of Creativity 2/12/2013
70. Vouge Women 2/12/2013
71. Peeping Tom 2/12/2013
72. Mobile 2/12/2013
73. Rules 2/12/2013
74. Toys 2/13/2013
75. Madhukar Natvarlal Vachharajani 2/7/2013
76. Manisha - My Wife. 2/7/2013
77. Henna 2/8/2013
78. Mushroom 2/3/2013
79. Muslim Material 2/13/2013
80. Old And The Young 2/13/2013
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

1 2 3 4
Customers always want more.
1 2 3 4
Customers always make your ulcer sore.
1 2 3 4
Customers dislike hearing no.
1 2 3 4
Customers are never ever sure.
5 6 7 8
Customers always pay less.
6 7 8 9
Customer you are darling mine.
7 8 9 10
Please come back, I miss you dame.

Read the full of 1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

Beheading.

Barbarism is the child of man not woman.
It dies a dogs death every second, when the kind awakens in men.
The pangs of labor are not unknown. They are nightmares, holocausts.
Man before being kind is stupid. To be stupid is manly to be kind is men.
Temples, churches, mosques have been defiled, idols smashed, books burned.
Ideas imprisoned, thoughts buried, minds muffled, voices muzzled.
Heads have been rolled, blood has been let from veins for vain, with mirth.
Free has been the ethic of

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