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!