I sprouted hard and green,
Later this world taught me
To turn sweet and tasty
And then to blood core reddish...
I was at my ultimate taste but i waited
I thought i would get more tastier
At last my colours faded,
My smoothness slithered,
And finally without taking a crunch
The rippen Fruit falls..
This is the Autobiography of life.
Like this we humans do in our life,
We apply a blindfold over the happiness in every deeds...
We expect happiness lies in our desires
But not happiness lies within
Or else we could become a rippen fruit...
©mulan
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