Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

The Road Is A Spittoon. - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The road is a spittoon.

Sure it is. I have no intent,
To be content,
With the art,
Of my political caste.
I don't know why,
Do drivers,
Open doors in mid flight,
Bend down,
Spit fire in a split second,
A jet of tobacco induced,
Sharper than tequila,
Red over wine,
Streaking the tar,
Like dogs with one raised leg.

Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 5, 2013

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