The world is suchlike a pomegranate

The world is somehow a pomegranate Every individual of us in it is the seeds Having stayed similar to juicy tastes Holding together long yawning for grace Dreaming to germinate in the spring breeze And to grow up and stand tall in the soil Blooming virtually and quietly in the Sun-rays And to appeal the amethyst for your please Oh, lord! You'd be proud of thee for all For so many myths, you leave there to face And so many choices given alike in blind dates