Love Seeds

If love could be sown
In a fertile Land,
It would be seen
In every individual’s hand.

Everybody would’ve
Its seeds in his pockets,
Numbered as on the dockets.

Love is always nourished
In a fertile heart,
To grow and attain the position
Of a sweetheart.

When it is sown
In a barren heart,
Would be thrown
And torn apart.

Sow the love seeds
In whatever ‘He’ or ‘She’,
Must be sweetened
Like a ripened fruit
Of a tree.


~~~~*HARASH MAHAJAN*~~~~