Fable on King Coconuts

king-coconuts

I took out a king-coconut
Which I had bought from a street-side vendor
A matured ripe orange nut
That I slashed with a carved knife,
When the water that was pressed inside
Beneath indomitable walls
Spurted out and some splashed
All over my yearning lips,
To teach me an empowering truth
I had forgotten with time.

How absolutely sweet
Freedom was…..

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