An apple fell from a poetic heart
It fell into the lap of poetess hands.

A beautiful arrow of love
Flew from poet’s heart to poetess heart.
Arrow of words went piercing
Each other's heart.
It was the beginning of love.
Know not how many arrows
Struck each other's heart.

Finally both lay collapsed and wounded
Was it a sweet love or painful one
I know not.

Finally a doctor was called
He said root cause of this entire problem
is the apple of love
on which arrows were struck from both sides.
Finally he took out the apple and threw it into the air.
A poor apple became the scapegoat of all piercing arrows.

Beware, don't ever catch together that tempting red lovely apple.

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