She knew that her fruit had power.
She could make him feel tall as a tower.
Or she could make him cower.
When she got pissed off at him, she withheld her fruit.
And when he began to beg, she wanted to give him the boot.
He walked around like a hungry dog salivating.
While how long she would withhold her fruit.
She kept debating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh poor man..better to stay away from sour fruits