Plough your heart,
I am going to rain tears,
Don’t keep it barren,
I don’t want my rains,
To grow plants of sympathy,
That’s not special,
Plants of sympathy,
Can grow on any heart,
Any land,
Like weeds grow;
Unwantedly
But,
Make it special,
Plough your land,
Your heart,
Let plants of love,
Respect, grow
Like crops;
Which grow with purpose
Now do what i say,
Or succumb,
To draughts of hatred!

“Sorry”,they said,
“No matter how many times,
You shook your head,
Provided with all the necessities,
Now move ahead.

No matter what you say,no matter what you feel
Now get up and be brave,
With time,all your wounds may heal
You wouldn't be taken care of,
So better look for your own meal

There wouldn’t be a lullaby singer;make it a habit now
There wouldn’t be anyone to wake you up,
You have to adjust anyhow,
And don’t be a mischievous kid,
Now take a faithful vow.

Come to us now;it's time for goodbye,
They said they’ll love you like we both,
Albiet it’s a lie.
But you have to be independent now,
Go son! It’s a goodbye”.