Who cares?

I know that
Your stones are also very much polished
In your garden,
I have nurtured my orchard with
Wild weeds.
Seeing my torn shoes at your door steps,
You ran away barefoot
From backside.
I simply wanted to say you : I can’t cut those fingers
Who has shaped me ugly but with great care.

By Nisarg Ahir : 20.6.2011

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