Love

If only we plant the seed of love In the best portion of the land, Tree of love will grow undoubtedly And would subjugate the weeds that grow along, Fluctuating weather,be it the wicked rain, or the scorching sun, No matter the ardent mights they carry No harm can they invoke and induce For the seed grew in the best portion of the land. Doubt!you stay aside assuring aloof For the certainty of trees growth is confirmed, And it's yet to bloom and glow. Seasons! Come not near before the vain thy influential attempt become, It's going to grow and bloom against the will of any seasons and climate, For it was planted in the best portion of the land. Yedar © All rights reserved. Pc:Internet.