Hardik Vaidya

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

Squeaking Wheel Gets The Oil - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I have never understood this spoil.
I was never raised to ask and soil.
To live through fire and ice, were my choices, my signature toil.
When I was young, and you are always young,
I wanted your kiss, I never asked for it miss,
Why didn't you give it, free?
Did you truly believe in the dictum of the wheel?

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Inspired by a poem just published by the dashing Aric Beers.

Comments about Squeaking Wheel Gets The Oil by Hardik Vaidya

  • Valsa George (2/18/2013 12:35:00 AM)

    An interesting read! Greatly enjoyed! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (2/17/2013 3:06:00 AM)

    Thank you Haripada Da, the poem is not nice, the readers are, and the woman behind it Subhan Allah. (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath Das (2/17/2013 2:25:00 AM)

    A very nice poem once again Hardik.Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 17, 2013

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