If life were an orange

Pluck them not

Ripen they soon

And become useless

Oranges are like that

One must eat them

At the right time

Not raw or ripe

But in between

Bitter is their peel

Yellow or green

Soft inside, sour and sweet

Appearances deceive

What is inside

They don't reveal

It is all a gamble

Jackpot by luck

Or just nothing

If life were an orange

Not raw or too ripe

Bitter in tongue

But the rest be fine

Sour occasionally

Sweet most of the times!