I first knew a banana,
Liked its beauty when ripe,
Loved its smell that triggered appetite,
But it turned to be common to everyone,
When I thought I was the only owner,
Second a friend brought me watermelon,
Made fun of it how big and cool it was,
Loved the coldness when it was hot,
But I didn't sustain its nature on cool weathers,
I feared to freeze,
Made my way out of it,
On my way out met an apple,
What my luck I thought,
Not knowing how costing it will be,
Blinded by its sweetness and health benefit,
Forgetting how my accounts were being drained out,
I never left it but it left me grounded,
Thanks to Lord bringing along Kiwano,
Saying to me it was well known as Horned Melon,
Though I feared its horns, I was desperate at that time,
Jumped into it with no say,
Guess what I found, I hated its flavor,
I don't know it's because I had gone through sweet ones,
I left it claiming its due to its horns,
My sister asked me to try a passion fruit,
I said no, I only liked big sized ones,
She claimed how sweet it was,
But my decision stood,
And there stayed alone for a while,
Until I came across a coconut,
Not very common to many across,
Not easy to break,
Has a sweet fluid inside for your thirsty,
White meat to enjoy,
I felt in love then till now,
Its my standing fruit I love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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