That Fruit
a metaphorical poem on that fruit perched on top of the branch

you were that fruit on the top of the branch, how hard i tried,i could not reach you did i really want you with all my heart, or were you just an infatuation, momentarily bewitching me!
well, i even managed to reach the topmost branch, just as i touched you, a gusty wind dis-balanced me, and off i went, straight to the ground!
why was i fascinated by you, there were other fruits, of similar kinds, at branches below.
was it because i really wanted you, or the thrill to achieve something that was out of my league. i was so, so transfixed by your charm, hypnotism perhaps?
i forgot to see that a sweeter, tastier fruit already fell for me, realization dawned upon me finally, i chose to select the other fruit, the one that fell for me while i was mad about you, now, i am so glad i chose it!






