A Fruit Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
A Fruit
In the pleasant afternoon,
A fruit falls from the eminent tree,
It is very attractive,
Many people run to get it,
The fruit laughs at them and says,
"I am an artificial fruit,
The real fruit is still in the tree,
Try to recognise it
With your true and sincere eyes."
I appreciate the wisdom embodied in this amazing write! Well penned dear Anjandev. Top 🌟
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9/10/2025 10:50:03 PM # 1.0.0
A very thought provoking write. One has to read between the lines. Thanks dear friend.