Hardik Vaidya

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

Vouge Women - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The women who work for Vouge.
Young, vivacious, and full of blokes.
Their bodies are like Swarovski.
Crafted for keeps, in the shelfs of a mans precious wall piece.
They come out for a smoke.
It is then when I chance to see them billow steam,
They let out an age of pent up fire,
All within their frail empire,
Men all around gape,
Wide and awake,
Drool and faint,
And these damsels,
They behave as if the world has just moved a shade.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I see these beautiful women every day at my office premise, and I pity the men, because these chaps really fry alive.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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