A kid bowed a seed into the land,
in front of his house.
He watered the loose land above it.
When it budded out,
he fenced to protect it.
When it became a plant,
he mixed some fertilizers.
Played around and looked at it till his eyes got heavy and he slept.
He prevented it from
local kids to stamp on it.
When it became mighty tree,
it doesn’t required water or protection.
Kid grew up to man;
busy and mature.
And his childish love got old, wearing dusty cover.
As i see this i do feel the fear,
one day my love will also become old ?
Does the passion today I have will be sold?
For the job and responsibility
which is Gold.
I ask myself, as i fear,
will my heart be alone
for most of the time
I’m not home?
I hate that cover of dust which makes my heart inert,
There are still kids bowing seed,
and also there are human staying in love.
There a confusion in my Mind,
both love is natural and pure
but yet there is a little difference between the two.