Precious Being Her Shoe. Poem by Pradeep Uthaman

There is a man unknown to the world,
Who is capable of loving all changing phase of her;
From dream to seed, to bud and flower,
With the true depth to last of his breath.

Yet remained as precious as a shoe;
Hidden, down to earth, bearing all the weight.
And Taking all the pain, hits, and sorrows,
Wear and tear and following everywhere.

But always an outsider;
Standing the sun, the rain and the cold.
And waiting for her to return the next morning;
Just to feel the touch of her feet again.