Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points [http://hardikvaidya.blogspot.in] (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Hardik Vaidya Poems

1. Love 1/17/2013
2. The Rape Of Mumbai 1/18/2013
3. You Have Arrived. 1/19/2013
4. The Eternal Need 1/19/2013
5. Sunday Morning 1/19/2013
6. Spring 1/20/2013
7. Death 1/21/2013
8. 64th Republic Day - India. 1/26/2013
9. Bholenath. 1/26/2013
10. Salesman. 1/26/2013
11. Sahara. 1/28/2013
12. Sometime 1/29/2013
13. Time 1/29/2013
14. Garbage Cleaners Of Mumbai. 1/29/2013
15. Sex In My City. 1/30/2013
16. Poetry 1/30/2013
17. Sales Budgets 2/1/2013
18. The Times Of India 2/3/2013
19. Unwritten Poetry 2/3/2013
20. Road Cowboys Of Gujarat 2/3/2013
21. Baval - A Thorny Shrub 2/3/2013
22. Praagaash - The All Girls Band In Jammu And Kashmir. 2/4/2013
23. Calcutta - My Love 2/4/2013
24. Rabindranath Thakur - A Strong Complaint. 2/4/2013
25. Itune. 2/4/2013
26. Nataraj 2/4/2013
27. Nature 2/4/2013
28. Office Meetings 2/5/2013
29. Mahakali 2/5/2013
30. Shipping Container 2/5/2013
31. Lost And Found 2/5/2013
32. India Pakistan Bangladesh 2/6/2013
33. Bean Counting Poets. 2/6/2013
34. Please Call 2/6/2013
35. Gentlemans Game 2/6/2013
36. Poem To Poet 2/6/2013
37. Love In A Local Train 2/6/2013
38. Buying Love. 2/1/2013
39. America 2/1/2013
40. Recycling. 2/2/2013
Best Poem of Hardik Vaidya

1 2 3 4 New Nursery Rhyme

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Customers always want more.
1 2 3 4
Customers always make your ulcer sore.
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Customers dislike hearing no.
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Customers are never ever sure.
5 6 7 8
Customers always pay less.
6 7 8 9
Customer you are darling mine.
7 8 9 10
Please come back, I miss you dame.

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Beheading.

Barbarism is the child of man not woman.
It dies a dogs death every second, when the kind awakens in men.
The pangs of labor are not unknown. They are nightmares, holocausts.
Man before being kind is stupid. To be stupid is manly to be kind is men.
Temples, churches, mosques have been defiled, idols smashed, books burned.
Ideas imprisoned, thoughts buried, minds muffled, voices muzzled.
Heads have been rolled, blood has been let from veins for vain, with mirth.
Free has been the ethic of

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