In this garden, I stand next to my beloved,
A tall, proud and fruitless tree
With nothing to offer but beauty and shade.
It is a beauty worth something, only to my beloved
The others would rather have my wood.
They let me be for just one reason
Somehow, my beloved blooms more, when I am around!
Above is an excerpt from Kaarthikeyan’s poem! Visual response by me 🙂
Ashwini Pawar Kaarthikeyan
Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran
Hema