Hardik Vaidya

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

Supriya - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Why did you call her a black bitch?
Mom I loved her more than the 9 year itch.
I know you did not mean it,
But when your lips said it,
My heart was shred, rendered use less,
And mommy she was the reason I was blessed.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Some times mothers screw up, they dont want to by luck, but the devil takes over and love so impatient you are, don't you ever give men a breather.

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  • Sakalabaktula Sairaj (11/30/2017 2:58:00 AM)

    what is this i unable to understand dear poet (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 9, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 9, 2013

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