Even though i dont know ….
Who will water it ?
Who will weed it ?
Who will keep the soil alive ?
Who will keep the encroachment away ?
But belief, i have , that ….
Someone , some day, will find solace in it’s shade
Someone, some day,will pick the rich fruits
Someone, some day, will make it their secret hideout
Someone,some day, will holds hands on it’s branches and make eternal promises of love
Plant a seed, i will !
On the belief that someone,someday, will plant another seed