Indians. Poem by Hardik Vaidya
Indians.
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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