The Price Of Youth Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The Price Of Youth



The price of youth, is in the inertia of its tomorrow's.
Youth is not just a state to mate,
It is a gate to leap through your soul,
Into the universal whole.
It is not the time to invest in the inertia of tomorrow.
It is the tide of of all tides,
To drown the universe and its background sound,
With your own unique astounding hark,
And leave a timeless treat
For your flying lark.

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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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