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.
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