False Fruit
Once in a village grove, a tree bloomed with shining fruits.
The villagers said, “Surely this is God’s mercy!”
But the old fakir warned, “Too bright, too sudden — beware.”
A goat ate one, danced for a moment, then lay still.
Children cried; elders drew back.
But one clever trader whispered, “The goat was weak.”
That night, he crept to the tree, plucked three fruits.
By morning, his body lay cold near the roots.
The fakir folded his hands and said, “What is false, blinds even the wise.”
✨Moral: Wisdom is not in wanting more, but in knowing when to walk away.