A Poets Cenotaph. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

A Poets Cenotaph.



Walking through a cemetery,
Chanced to see a tomb stone,
Only a head piece,
No grave,
No name,
Just written,
On stone with a pen,
A poet waits,
If you are the one,
Don't waste,
Lift the blanket green,
Sleep beside,
I am awaiting, alive, inside.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Hardik Vaidya 17 April 2013

Hi Ruhi Shah, I don't wish you a grave, but a bed of roses, and a blanket of Jasmine. Why wait for the grave? Quote while alive. Cheers and best luck.

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Ruhi Shah 17 April 2013

This is so my grave lol. i might have to quote you

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Roseann Shawiak 14 April 2013

This poem appeals to my inner senses and I love it. A poet waits, If you are the one, this hits my mind and am not sure why exactly. Will have to think about it some more.

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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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