Poetry Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Poetry



Moment.
It comes without permission.
Unobtrusively.
Seeps in. Silently.
Throughout the wedge of my closed door.
Lost in it I live an eternity.
Awakened with it I voyage.
Impassioned in her we consummate.
Poetry comes alive.

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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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