Why Seed is Born?

I have seen a seed,
Lying on the road with no cast n creed;
I remember once I threw it-tiny, dry and alone,
From its fruit-its father, mother lost n gone;

The air flows over it,
But it faces the air with a wit;
At last the air throws it on the soil,
I thought the seed will now spoil;

The dust accumulated,
The seed lost its lusture and looks humiliated;
I feel sorry for the seed,
Its prettiness lost with a speed;

I have seen raining like cats and dogs,
The seed is lost with the jumping frogs;
I think the life of seed is over,
It has now become a sea rover;

Thinking I walk and my shoes are worn,
I think about why seed is born;
One week passes by-then two then three,
I think, think and search my questions key;

I have seen a small plant there,
To my surprise where the seed was lost, I swear;
I look at its tiny structure,
It is beautiful, pretty with lots of lusture;

It grows day by day to year by year,
It gains height layer by layer;
It bears hundred fruits and thousand seeds,
I unplug daily one fruit for my needs;

But now I never throw the seed anywhere,
I preserve it for future endeavor;
I can see its father- the gymnosperm,
And its mother- the angiosperm;

I thank to God-Oh! God you are great,
You can make possible everything and create;
You can keep food stored in a seed for years n millions,
A food for the entire humanity so huge in trillions.