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The Fruit Platter by Nina Sud


Art: Olga Costa

‘Short sentences,’ he says.

Tells me to think of words as fruits.

To be cut into slivers,

Delicately pruned.

To be

Sliced

Diced

Juiced

Minced

“Gather only the choicest pieces,” says he,

“serve only the best of your yield.”

He says it is an art, which I must learn or perish -

To serve only what others want from me

To hide the many ugly bits or leave them at the bottom of the tree.

“You must learn so others can marvel, at the perfectly cut slices

To wield your knife unflinchingly, having no emotion for the extra ‘e’s and ‘r’s”

He doesn’t know the pleasure of biting into whole fruit.

Of having juice drip down your chin and palms, to be licked off.

He doesn’t see the joy of gathering everything into an overflowing basket

To be placed in the kitchen only for you to be grateful at the abundance

Slowly rotting away – until overturned into the bin.

He doesn’t know that I gather, only when it is for myself

And when I’m not hungry

There will be no meal on the table.


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5 comentarios


vidyutchatterjee207
03 jun 2020

AWESOME

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vidyutchatterjee207
03 jun 2020

BRILLIANT SIMPLY.

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varsha.nagar82
30 may 2020

Beautiful thought so well expressed.. really lovely..looking forward to read more from you..

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ritumishrasud
30 may 2020

This is so beautiful ❤️

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sudanil
29 may 2020

Really lovely! Look forward to reading more from you.

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