An Apple
Now an avocado
Is more precious than
An apple
But not in the childhood days
We knew only an apple
The first English word we learnt
The first picture we drew
The fruit mum used to pray to her god
The fruit she handed to us
After worshipping for 15 days
We only learnt that
An apple is soft
But not brittle
An apple has a flat smell
But not a fragrant smell
Now I have an avocado
I won't ask for more
But I won't ever forget
The hand
which handed me
A red apple
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