Mulberries
On a visit to granny in the Doon valley
It was March, the old tree full of Mulberries.
Red, purple teasing from far, ran with cane basket.
Picked one, ate some while the birds created a racket.
Strawberries
Strawberries in white boxes, one atop other
The hawker sat on his knees, said go no further.
I protest too expensive, not for the masses.
Rich eat raw, make a tart or with cream in glasses.
Wild Berries
On way back from school at noon, attack wild berries.
Are for free and so yummy, home a lot we carry.
We laugh and shriek as our skirts get stuck in thorns,
Satiated, come back home, with berries, skirt torn
Written in ancient japanese form Sitigotyo
06.04.09
Mamta Agarwal
Variety of berries and your creation speaks of variety too..............lovely penned...10
beautiful lines pushed me back into school days....what our new generation kids lose is something like this..................thanks........
A mouth-watering write Mamta, enjoyable to read as always, 10 Lynda xx
Interesting idea of fruits with their names ending with ' Berries '..........Then ingrainement of remembrances and old fascinations of such little adventures has made this poem a very fruitful memory............10/10 Best Wishes Sameer
Charming and lighthearted, refreshing as the berries...makes me recall skipping amongst the brambles eating my fill.. thanks for the memory
Yes Mamta ji, like Vaibhav, I can feel the taste of them! -Raj Nandy
I love the summer fruits but berries most, mouthwatering memories for me too of as a child picking wild gooseberries, black berries and bilberries, they tasted best because they were free. Lovely write
Berry, Berry Good Madam! I studied in a boarding school in Dehra Dun years ago, and your poem brought goosebumps (gooseberries?) . Delicious! Cheers. Subroto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wowo lovely ideas on berries and well related to real life wonderful write indeed