Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Henna - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The henna on your hands,
Or was your hand in henna?
It was growing and glowing.
Your hand, you or henna?
I saw fresh life bubble and bloom
Your soul leaked through your skin
And the henna bloomed.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I chanced to see a young brides hand while waiting for my luggage at the airport and this poem came to me.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

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