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An Ode To A Mango


Lovely delicious mangoes.


Eating the mango with salt
was our favourite dine
adding little chilly would halt
any one that passed fine.

Mangoes hanging with a glossy hue
thick green when not ripe
golden-yellow when fully ripe in true
tasting delicious with a juicy wipe.

From childhood mangoes held me in sway
The bitter taste enslaved the tongue
and never missed eating one each day.
Raw ones had a special status in the rung.

The yellow fruits shimmered like gold.
Peeling off the skin so light and tender
and cutting the lascivious fruit in slices bold.
slipping one after one into the mouth forced a surrender.

Raw or ripe mangoes have a grip
Old or young men become slaves.
The mangoes are no more cheap
The desire to eat mangoes 6657702-golden-yellow-mango-isolated-on-white-backgroundimages (30)would last for ever .

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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