Filled with cashew trees, ripened and ready
For the first timers, it is an olfactory overload
The smell, bewitching, and overwhelming
Pluck one, Red, shiny, seemingly innocuous
Wipe it on their sleeve, smell it and indulge
The first bite is tantalizing, sweet
The juice feels heavenly, then suddenly acrid
Only to test, bewildered by such mismatch
Of fragrance over tastes
Another bite before it is shunned.
With a promise to never again repeat
The second visit, ah! , Such is the folly of allure
The senses overwhelm, once again
The heart calls for an adventure, doesn't it?
Another fruit, another bite,
Astringent, acrid, the tongue awash in regret
Another promise broken and remade
Never to bite another one again
Third time's the charm, the mind thinks
For it is how the mind seeks toxicity
Another fruit, another bite
Yet this time the taste seems better, somehow
On the fourth, one shall finish that fruit
Let the gums drown in its juicy evil
Knowing full well, knowing it's not a choice
Yet one goes through more than one
How much is a heart unlike this, tidally locked
Forever pulled, into wanton cravings
Of love and relationships, knowing its fall
Yet we gnaw on such cashew fruits
Over and over, for the nose leads
While common sense fades
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