Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Baval - A Thorny Shrub
Shrubby, thorny, always on the edge.
Edge of roads, edge of soil, edge of deserts.
Hardy, earthy, rough, solitary yet full.
Thirsty, always needing something.
You were with me in the town I was born.
Grandpa used to tell me to stay away from your thorn.
Little did he know we were twins of the same morn.
I met you in Bhavani beach, you scratched me real hard,
Brother you knew meet you did your old forgotten bard.
Then we met at Hazira beach, you gifted me a thorn real deep,
I took the pain, I took the breach, I drained my shallows into vast deeps.
Today I see you in Mundra, in Gandhidham, in Kutchh
I see you everywhere, and you blossom in my being,
Your thorns flowering for my keeping.
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