Don'T Fling An Apple At Me! Poem by Seema joglekar

Don’t fling an apple at me
Passionate was even the bountiful tree
Surely this season Autumn has come early
Spring is yet to bring her splendors, dainty
For more inflamed passions to consume you and me.

Don’t fling an apple at me
I knew my portion of the best and fancy,
Would come from your hands, bouncy,
The burden of sweetness was heavy even for the tree
All heart’s desire in one giant drop of a berry.

Don’t fling an apple at me
A garden yields all her temptations and beauty,
Small glimpse of what the tree holds in store carefree,
Don’t fling an apple at me
If you must, first take a bite, baby.