Hardik Vaidya

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

To Those Who Write Less - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Some write less,
They think, polish, reset and test,
Finally when the soup just seems right,
It meets the salt lacking since time infinite,
They share their taste for others to lick up and amaze.
Some like me,
Write in the moment,
Perhaps the tree has just fallen,
It will take time for peat to form,
For peat to turn into coal in the earths warmth,
Then the pressure of her love, will kiss it into a Kohinoor,
For a miner to find and adorn it on a crown.
It does not matter who wrote,
What matters is you wrote.
Do not worry,
Life is a mystery,
Let your pen be free,
That is the only requisite for poetry.

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  • Gajanan Mishra (2/17/2013 12:57:00 AM)

    Life is a mystery really. Thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013

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