i look up to see
a yellowish mango
i wanted for myself
everybody likes it too
i can't wait to let it fall
i can't wait, i'll climb
i'm struggling
my limbs are not
long enough to reach
i don't like to it splatter
si i left it up there
watching
then a kid riding a big brahman
he tried to reach, too short of a man
then you came, you said 'stand on top
of the bull, i did but i almost fall' i stop
you thought ' kid holding the bull, you're
feeding the bull, i got the mango whole'
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