Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
The impossible poem
Can we all come to gather, and write a poem.
A poem that is the epitome of our times to come.
Not of you and me as people,
Neither of you and me as lovers,
Not related to the ubellical cords that tied us,
Human, geographic, philosophical, religious, of gender,
The list would rid oxygen run out of earth.
Can we come together? Is that a possibility?
Together can happen of we gather, and we share,
Lets agree to publish it in your name,
Let you have the rights to copy,
But let is have the beat, the missed beat, the arrhythmic murmur,
The lost feel, the ecstasy of what we think is life,
Let us all for once agree to a distilled definition of freedom of our souls,
No flags, no boundaries, just us, lovers all around.
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