Bad Hearts

It's not uncommon to see a bad heart,

Faster than a virus, it will spread,

Will keep a duel with the pure one,

Good deeds are blind to its eyes.

Happy and rigid they will sound,

But one tomorrow will come,

To repay for everything they have done.

All the weeds would be cut automatically,

It will realise what it has done.

But to redo the tasks, time would have gone!