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THE TREE OF LOVE

Sep 27, 2022
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By SAHANA MANIKANDAN



I got the seeds from Jove

To plant everywhere I love

Whole heartedly I took the vow

To spread the world with seeds of love.

I dig dig dig with a hand trowel

No, needed a much bigger shovel.

So many seeds I have

And so many spaces He gave

I want to fill the whole earth

With those seeds, I witness new birth

Of the eternal mirth.





I water all those seeds with smile

And manure well to make it fertile.

Prune it well to remove everything vile

And burn it with care to make it sterile.

Pour the seedlings more love and care

So good it is, as whatever you give, they share.

Protect it from everything scary

No problem, it is pampered by so many fairy.

I waited for the lovely flowers in its bowers

And one day they welcomed me with their flowery showers.

Every flower smiled at me thankfully

And made me spend my days mirthfully.


Get ready. It is time to reap our fruits.

Always be strong in fulfilling your pursuits.

Happy to witness the fruits of my dear tree

With gleam every fruit hung as a sign of gree.

I want not to pluck it from its mom

It just grinned bright as to get freedom.

I heard some sound under my shoe

And to my surprise I found fruits in roots too.

Then sang the tree to me in very happy mood

You sow good and so reap too much good.

Oh, my tree of love, Love you so very much

And with tears of delight and passion on you I touch.

I promise to sow your seeds more and more

That the Humanity get your nobility more and more.

True Love, compassion and hope I Unearth

Giving the whole new world a great rebirth.




By SAHANA MANIKANDAN




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