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Silent waters always are said to run deep;
And looks often end up in deception
As  venturesome finds do in exception
Bring forth reward to cherish and keep 

A trekking crew found on an desolate hill
An odd tree with feathery leaves wide spread,
And plump, tempting fruits coloured  red ;
For a while the dazed gapers  all stood still ....

The younger ones rushed forth to pluck ,
Before the slower few could warn or prevent ,
And lavishly bit off with wild thrilling content ;
Wildness now overpowered the lagging ruck

Moments of ecstasy did there prevail  ;
Like the Greek heroes on the Lotos island,
Each was lost in the indrawn wonderland
And every spell was slothful and under sail

Oblivion covered up the place and time
Thoughts and senses  to  iceberg  had frozen ;
Trusted arms and fingers refused to fasten ;
Order, rhythm, and breath lost their prime

Chance and daring had brought them there
Temptation did prompt the eating of it ,
Smothering and closing all ways to quit ;
Everything lost and nothing found anywhere  !

Living has its own marked margin and domain
No courage dare cross Nature's  set  ambit :
Taste or possession of things odd is  out of wit --
Perhaps trying the forbidden fruit over again  !

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