Hanging from a night-tree, with leaves
Concealed in the night's enormous dark shadow,
I remember, about the fruits it is―
Fruits unripe green and some ripe―ripe yellow.
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very very beautiful, I like it sir, namaskar.
It's just a humble attempt. Thank you, sir.