Neither too raw nor too ripe,
The bitter fruit of a type.
Neither too fresh nor too seasoned,
Log of wood stranded.
Neither too fresh nor too stale,
Food of feast in a sale.
Neither too mighty nor to miser,
Claws of cat which can tear.
Neither too far neither too close,
People are as fragrance of rose...!!!
The bitter fruit of a type.
Neither too fresh nor too seasoned,
Log of wood stranded.
Neither too fresh nor too stale,
Food of feast in a sale.
Neither too mighty nor to miser,
Claws of cat which can tear.
Neither too far neither too close,
People are as fragrance of rose...!!!