Poem

My Custard Fruit

It grew well
Ready to tell
Tales of taste
Tempted tongues
Like a matured
Lass of pride
On its beauty
Excitedly I took it
Watering mouth
Wanted to taste
Everything in a jiffy
Devoured it of course
But it wasn’t tasty
Though it’s ripen
Though it’s assuring
Through its appearance
It wasn’t as tasty as it should be
Wondered I, asked the tree
Tree said that I did give all that’s needed
Surprising it was though
I asked the earth
Then the earth said that
I didn’t add sweetness
On enquiring, earth said that
as winter didn’t drape it
It couldn’t add sweetness to the fruit!
Untimely growth can’t be added with maturity
All those seem matured are not ripen though
Though the fruit was devoured,
It hadn’t provided assured taste.
Neither the fruit nor the one devoured it gets
Satisfaction desired, if the maturity is untimely!

An invaluable chapter from the book of nature!
@Raji❤