Monday, May 28, 2007

The man who grew cactus

He rode his bicycle back home
A hard day retired.
Harsh n bitter events sealed within
A bleeding arm revealed.

Earthen pot filled with soil
A soft bed prepared.
Love and care deep within
The spiny piece buried.

He took the cradle back yard
Another urchin fostered.
Love and affection filled within
Thorny poker watered.

Cactus cactus everywhere
Not a fruit since reaped.
Happiness and joy is all within
No growing pains encountered.

Satisfied with no give or take
his hated friends admired.
No remorse or regret remain within
Flying hug with open arms received.

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