WHEN I THINK OF POEM

When I think of an apple,

I can see radiant scarlet,

I can smell nose-poking scent,

I can feel a well-moulded figure,

I can taste a freezing flesh.

When I think of a durian,

I can see sharp blades,

I can smell the aroma some people hate,

I can feel monstrous scarred skin,

I can taste warm flesh.

When I think of dates,

I can see the brown of wilderness,

I can smell the aroma of Arab-originated food,

I can feel a rare aura,

I can taste an indescribable flesh.

When I think of a banana,

I can see a smiling shape,

I can smell monkey's favourite aroma,

I can feel a smooth skin,

I can taste a tropical wonder.