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The yellow-orange fruit

Empty was the stomach 

devour were the eyes 

a cupboard full of appetite 

eating with open eyes 

 

hanging above

looking bright 

fruits bestowed from heaven 

running in the mind 

 

lying on basement 

ambitions grew in smiles 

reach a bit high 

 

walking and climbing 

panting in breathes 

just a bit more 

the hungry stomach said 

 

reaching the ground floor 

arms stretched 

no, it was still beyond 

the open arms said 

 

just a bit higher 

the mind shouted inside 

devouring it with soul 

but stomach still empty inside 

 

 

a floor higher 

grasping and groping the tough rails 

don’t know what trails left 

ambitions making the mind slave 

cheering the fallen self 

 

 

who knows how much more 

the palms are bleeding 

shoulders tired 

and eyes drowsy 


does it look like a monkey 

gazing a mirror on so called mobile 

insanely, saint became monkey in disguise 

alas 

how long journey should  continue ?

 

is it an evolution

or devolution 

human to monkey 

I suppose 

 

climbing and  falling 

while reaching high 

 

only to know 

what sad truth 

as it glows 

the fruit turned 

too high 

 

playing peek-a-boo

while the branches screw 

it’s an orb 

burning the mankind

as they  close by