There is a corner
a forgotten one
in the obscure part
of my garden
it lies separated
from the rest of the lawn
by a scatter of shrubs
growing unchecked
unseen, unrestricted
There
in that corner
nothing is in order
manicured or controlled
There
grows whatever wants to grow
where
weed is not separated
from grass
where flowers
and bushes
have no separate
pecking order
where hedges
have no shape
where trees
are not pruned
where
sun and shade
play
hide and seek
There
I haven’t been since long
There
hidden away
is a boy
with an unkempt hair
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