Forbidden Fruit Poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon

Forbidden Fruit



It is raw or
The ripen
Bitter or
The rotten

If the hunger is mad
The taste has not a virtue
The tongue is volatile
To here and there

Escaped logic
Like a vagabond
Runs for the desire

Mind is blind
Having broken doors
Nothing to close or open
The heart is only a
Senseless organ

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