Feisty Seed Of Love Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Seed of Love

Sometimes the tiny seed of love
Plants itself in a barren trough
There is nothing there but sand
It still wants to rule this land

Little mighty seed of love
Will soon fill up
The terrain rough
It will then
branch out its hands
Spreading joy to hinterlands

Plant of love
Does look so frail
Might look tender
Yet hard as nails

It owns a will
To fight all flaws
Be it thunder
Rains, big storms

In the end
it will survive
Try your best
To make it die
You will loose
The seed will win

But
I won't be there
When you cave in
Nalini