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 🙂