Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Tree


I am an ordinary tree.
So plain, birds find me profane.
Simple leaves, neither large, nor small.
Ants, termites and spiders find me a bore.
Slim, slender trunk, with no whee
The local dog dosent prefer to pee
After being a no one all day,
Standing forgotten, night keeping me at bay,
His orange smears the sky,
Hands of man, touch of child,
Gaseous gold kisses my life
My leaves blush gold
As he holds me close
I shiver in breeze
As he begs me please
I am plain, rocking nude
A Diva is born on the touch of her muse.

Submitted: Thursday, February 07, 2013

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There is an ordinary tree outside my house, I saw it today when the sun first fell on it, and this poem came to me then.

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