Hardik Vaidya

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

Indians. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Talk talk talk and more talk.
The be and all of our flock.
Our largest organ is the tounge,
We don't have brains as our hearts are numbed.
Don't we remember the day?
When mommy held our hand in may?
With small legs, faltering steps,
One at a time, full but in stead,
We learned to walk
And it was then we stood tall.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I am a proud Indian. I will die a proud Indian. But I have to write this poem to justify my citizenship which came to me just because I happened to be born in this great land. I hope my folks stop talking and start walking.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 7, 2013



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