Ever since earth was dig out, plough was common tool
Seeds of love were sowed , with great desire
Green shoots were planted with our own hands
In row of humanity, and morality , near to fences
Ain’t pathetic to see the world; a wrenched border
How men have crooked ? twisted their minds ,
Growing seeds grown into wild weeds
Coffee soils are now unfertile , left barren!
What else could be seen more in city life ?
Ain’t we realized the exploitation of pastorals
Devastation caused in abode of emerald
Foliage are burnt , and turned into grey ashes !
Ain’t we forgotten our first sprouts, alive once--
Blooming from our heart, nurtured in bucolic settings
New beginnings stem from the root of our civilizations
And every new born was nourished under tree !