The pith or softness can't be seen,
The layer as a veil keeping it unseen.
By seeing shiny face can't predict the fruitfulness,
When slit down shows the truthfulness.
Can't be left open, otherwise becomes a dark hue,
But tasted in time becomes alive and true.
A trace of flavour and bittersweet,
Turns an ephemeral life to moments sweet.
A fruit is same as we all are. Can't predict the internal truth. Slit down (interaction) is necessary to know it's nature.