Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Essentials to being a great poet.


What does it take to be a great poet?
Often people say a great human.
I reject the argument.
Mother Teresa was perhaps the greatest human I knew.
She did not even write poetry.
What does it take to be a great poet?
A mind of glass, cheap glass, which can be scratched.
A spirit of local molasses which can be brewed.
A heart born ill fated, pre loaded with the disease of eternal love.
A brain wired to repel ridicule as water repels oil.
A lover, even if jilted, a prima Donna, a madonna
Who does not preach.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 02, 2013

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I did not mention solitude, a poet needs to have the courage to snatch it.

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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/2/2013 9:57:00 AM)

    This is not only Mother Teresa or poet, poet has got his/her beauty in poem whatever it might be...Mother Teresa it self is a poem, poet beautifies the beauty...sugestion or essensiality is good but it need required to have vision on society and surroundings / (Report) Reply

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