Years ago seeds were grown,

Under the force of circumstances they were thrown,

Consciously or unconsciously, whatever they did,

Might be the requirement of time they met,

They knew not the nature’s law,

Just like a child don’t know how to crawl,

The seeds started growing,

And the tree started blowing;

Crime it was in the world’s eye,

They stopped there to water; and cried,

Reluctancy was there and they chose destruction,

With the hope to improve their signature,

They chose to thrive in some other way,

But sometimes those thoughts come and lay,

Trying to kill that barren tree,

Hope the end will end this tree,

Now they try to seed good deeds,

Not to hurt others and allow others to hurt me.