They call you the king of fruits
but I call you the queen of fruits.
because when I open you
I see a sexy sweet beauty
and that's too uncountable.
I went on eating you again and again
but I always remained hungry of you.
You appear a perfect female to me,
A lovely mother,
keeps her sweetest child
underground,
hidden from the extremes of nature
and hunger of a beast
known as man.
But man!
the clever and cruel beast
digs the earth
for the fruit that is enriched
and more suitable to grow new Jack trees.
You should not blame man,
life depends on death of another life
everyone who breaths in and breaths out
was and still a hunter!
King or queen it 's a wonder fruit Sometimes even borne by the roots Your lovely poem made it clear This is a fruit that will endear Thank you sir-10
A very nice poem about a very nice fruit. I got to know jackfruit in Brazil. I didn't see any that were three feet long and fifty pounds, but maybe a few that were three-fourths that size. While it is not my favorite fruit by any means, the flavor is certainly not unpleasant. I did not know that they could sometimes grow underground fruit. Thanks for the information.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The jack fruit in your plate looks so yummy! Indeed it is a magical fruit, the fortune of those living in tropical climes. As you say, the mother jack fruit protects her children(seeds) wrapped in comfortable layers! An interesting read!