Poetry

Fruit

Fog kisses the fruit

Yet, only I look at it this way

The fruit bears itself, regardless.

The rain soaks the fruit

Yet, only I feel it isn’t completely wet for

The seeds inside are still fresh and not decayed

Sunlight should be natural enough for a fruit

Shadows at night should never be misunderstood

Different seasons, different bloom

Never enough for daily life or for

Days of doom

Once, fruits were charitable goods

Distributed to and wanted by neighbours

Those days are now hard to decipher

It is also due to corona and lockdown,

Fruits this season from my orchard trees

Are not timely recovered.

 

                                                                                                       ~Sushant Thapa 

                                                                                                           Nepal 

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