Books of novel are tetra-packs.
Fruits of society are manually picked up
crushed, mixed in neat proportions
and sealed to make fresh fruit juice.
Goodwill achieved by the presenters
put wings to the packages.
It's a different world in the dark interior
There are dreams of sun, rain, summer,
and the colors and tunes of spring
present a mirror world
full of butterflies and pests.
Each pack waits to tell its inside story
to an expectant connoisseur
and waits eagerly for a sigh of relief.
As the wind rolls on
cloned and genetically modified fruits appear
new entrepreneurs present newer packs
modern people enjoy never-before taste.
Every now and then new vistas open up,
the two worlds spin side by side.