The Bloom. Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The Bloom.



The bloom.

A bud in fast sleep,
Like a infant,
On her mothers bosom,
Soaking in warmth,
Of love, life and poetry,
Assured,
Self convinced,
That this moment,
Will last for am eternity,
Not defined by god,
But my mom.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.

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Hardik Vaidya

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Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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