Guava

There is a Tree 

In the middle of our Greenery.

There is also a Guava which is ripe

Now I am trying to pluck it with a Pipe.

The Tree is very tall

That Guava seems me very small.

I knock that pipe at the top

 suddenly a branch fall upon me and hit like pop.

The branch fall on the ground 

But the guava at the top is telling me,

"I will never come down".

I raise my hope 

And take a rope

Then I try to pick the fruit again 

But again the plan get into vain.

At last, I see my Guava again above the tree.

I throw that pipe and made me tension free.

I tell that Guava you are not mine 

Stay there above, you tasteless fruit Now I am going to drink the Vine.