Hardik Vaidya Poems

It's early morning.
The mist comes rolling.
She engulfs, embraces, smothers.
The high rises of Worli snuggle and whisper.
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I see two workmen,
Welding at a height.
They must be at least 7 floors high.
Wearing but a orange hard hat,
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Freedom is kept, never won.
Treasured in the womb of our consciousness.
Practised every passing moment.
Grown, tendered, nurtured, across time.
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I always chose the wrong train
To be with you, on that hot humid lusty Second class Western Railway compartment.
I never reached my destination.
I hoped we could together.
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People are feeble.
No. Feeble are foibles.
People lost the I in we.
No. We lost the I in them.
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America as you bleed and grieve,
Think about us, not because of sympathy.
The oldest and the largest Democrasy
Two souls, two pearls, two eyes
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I do not know, what is the cause.

Of love.
Is it the sight that makes love,
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No not fair.
It has to be more than that.
What do $25 buy?
Perhaps a coke, some burgers.
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Run because there is a run in you.
Run before you turn sane.
Run before you loose the opportunity of madness.
Run till you find time standing still,
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In one single word, I have to define.
It is not easy, but to strive is my kind.
To give up, is not in my blood,
To rest on my haunches is not what gives me trust.
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