Coconut

You call me a coconut
But am I not like earth as well?

A tough and hard citadel at the crust,
Gradually softening
As you penetrate my mantel;
White as virgin snow -
Beneath my brown complexion,
And brimming at the core,
With distilled, succulent, candy-sweet love
To quench your ultimate thirst.

by Vasundhara Avasthi

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