Forbidden Fruit
It is raw or
The ripen
Bitter or
The rotten
If the hunger is mad
The taste has not a virtue
The tongue is volatile
To here and there
Escaped logic
Like a vagabond
Runs for the desire
Mind is blind
Having broken doors
Nothing to close or open
The heart is only a
Senseless organ
Udaya R. Tennakoona
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