Hardik Vaidya

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

Madhusudan - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

He was a good man.
He loved me.
As a child in a man would love a man.
I was a child and he was an old man.
But he grew old with the purpose to be my man.
He came only once to my town.
To spend a few days, and spell a few nouns.
Tell me a few stories. Some true some false,
But all with a definite objective, to rid me of my parents faults.
He told me about the Ramayana.
He was to tell me the Mahabharata.
But a clot in his blood, stuck at his crux, and he died,
As a child in a man would love a man.
He did not teach me.
Though he was a teacher.
He did not preach me, though he could have been a good preacher.
He just loved me, and worked me, and tinkered with me.
And changed my chemistry for ever.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Madhusudan Chunilal Vaidya was a man of great eminence, my Fathers Father, my Grandfather, a true Gandhian, a Nobel teacher, never a compromiser, nor a miser, a man of immense depth, a man of immense love, a man rarely made. He made me assimilate subconsciously the art of learning.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/11/2013 5:09:00 AM)


    I like this poem. I also know Madhusudan das of odisha. It is his struggle on the basis of odia language odisha came in to being on 1st April 1936. A separate state in British India. Madhusudan das was the first barrister of Odisha. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013


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