Manchineel

I couldn't do,

One glance at the little,

dainty red drop of dew,

My wonder! who savours,

the roundish Winesap.

Towering on the bark,

furnished with dark taupe,

The best of Autumn,

I relish in the park.

Oh, how I was tricked,

Your beauty, your sweetness,

was all fabricated, 

You're the Forbidden fruit,

Darling, you're the apple tree.

You're nothing but the Pandora's box,

those things, they all warned about,

yet, I fell for the apple tree.

I whiffed the honeysuckles'

The more I knew,

the less was true,

Oh, but I was drawn to the apple tree,

I won't ever eat it again,

for why it's the poisonous tree.

It's the taste, the flavour I want,

& 'twas my last meal 

of the dozen manchineels.

Thank you for reading.

~Pranati Pathak

10.04.2022

11:30 a.m.