Baval - A Thorny Shrub Poem by Hardik Vaidya

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.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Baval is a thorny desert shrub which grows in arid conditions.
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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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