Oranges from my garden
some small like lime,
others as big as a hockey ball
taste neither sour nor tangy,
bitter while I eat them
first, then turn a little sweet,
towards the end
leave a delicious feel
one of bitter sweet.
That go with the Jaamum plum
called as Naval pazham,
Purplish black in colour
oval in shape, with fine
textured coat, shines
in the sunlight, rich in
minerals. Eaten with
a pinch of salt delivers
a sweet , astringent taste
colours the tongue purple.
Bitter sweet taste
places me in a state
of being where over sweet
creates a limit, a saturation
while the bitter sweet
releases a predilection
to consume more.
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