The Fruit Inside Craves.

The skin of a fruit is lush

looks beautiful when fresh

the skin turns a sag

seems awkward in tag

yet the fruit inside craves.

 

Easy to peel a trousseau  crinkled

the loose ends that hold the wrinkles

fall out as the snow flakes

none would wish to go in for a take

yet the fruit inside craves

 

The fresh one has a robe tight

gives a nice opposition in fight

hard to peel them

any one would hold it as a gem

yet the fruit inside craves.

 

That be the plunge in  all

be it a fruit or any in a call

the wealth, the power and  the glitch

would  deliberately demand a pitch

yet the fruit inside craves.

 

It  could be seen in a  semblance

the one out for deliverance

would be an one of the infinite

could be nothing of the definite

as the truth inside  craves.