You are not mine

 Take away my life 

What I am holding

If you are not mine 

The seed said....

Owner smiled and Patted 

Hid it under moist sand.

Kept in Warm shady sun 

And put a soul to unseen body bun.

The seed got a life.

But destiny said other time..

The owner

Killed the life

 Life of fruits.

And the roots

He ate the heart and soulful part.

Nothing was left behind.

Now it's your turn ...

Hi ...seed 

Do you want a 

A new life?




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