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In all unknown places,
I just opened my heart
To let the world enter
Ploughed it far and wide,
Letting behind deep furrows

No one could see
My heart furrows crying
I waited for healing season
And its gates opened soon

Travelers began pilgrimage
To temple of my Crops,
They picked wheat harvest
In the middle of my youth

I chose not to rust
The flour from dust
Baked it in my heart oven
Shared it to every hungry one

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~