On vast field one day a boy walked,
For miles saw nothin’,
Another mile saw somethin’,
On the midst,
Moves on to lead,
What’s yonder,
In laconic motion, neigh,
Lad saw haughty tree
So thick, so verdant,
Her branches twist’d sturdy,
Sallow green leaves lordy,
Yet no flora speak proudly,
Waited countless years dearly,
Much awaited sweetness,
Of her smooth skinn’d heart
Boy slept ‘till mornin’
Wakes up adorin’ sunrise,
Walks to window surprise,
To see dyin’ mango tree,
Needs waterin’ to free,
Life once again,
Naïve, florid, a smilin’,
Though nescience was he
Grandpa a comin’one day
Started a workin’,
Prunin’, a sprayin’,
Though he was ignoble,
Keeps away trouble,
Needs he no footless,
Yet full of ludic tale,
When mango tree a talkin’
The protégé listened
His latitudinarian Ol’ man,
Once a valiant seaman,
By then turned farm hand,
Possesses mango land,
A sellin’ the sweetish fruit,
That’s Ol’ man’s dream,
And it’s comin’ true
Days passed by
Trees a flowerin’ all over,
Redolent in fragrance moreover,
Elated they were, boy an’ grandpa,
Ol’man enjoyed today’s spa,
Once sugary fruit comes in,
Green dough starts a pourin’
Tope! As the French say
Another sunny mornin’
Laddy boy comes rushin’,
Tellin’ Ol’man’s face a washin’,
Heart shaped fruit hangin’,
Hundreds each trees bangin’,
Ready for pickin’,
The saccharin fruit,
Packed in cartons for transport
Hard day’s work finished
Aged, juvenile face creases,
Appearance of happiness,
Without taking sight thereof,
Sallow skinn’d fruits afar off,
There’s endless wealth surely,
If Ol’ man’s aegis,
Wil’ be there to stay
Mango tree live hundred years
Ol’man’s can’t live long,
Protégé took before long
Ignoble he’d become
Nor froward he’d overcome
Son, grandson, great grandson
Heritage will go on
So with the tree and its sugary fruits
Of all the fruits,
Mango the sweetish of them all!
yes...its mango time...very where i go in the market the hawkers the malls athe shop windows are stached with this delicacy among fruits... a hundred yerars and a hundred varieties...the best mangoes it's said come from pakistan and india from eating raw to jams to pickles and in exotic sweetdishes you have done a splendid poem on the mango.... we wait as your ol man all year long...to go through all the phases so well depicted cheers and ten
Mango tree live hundred years Ol’man’s can’t live long, Protégé took before long Ignoble he’d become Nor froward he’d overcome................. grin riffles from green mango tree youth of verdure yet jingles on.....excellence marches ahead like youth of deep night, as we remember the verdant tree by its sweetest taste of its fruit and the jingling of florence as when itsways by beauty in completeness, wrought ingenious by imagery emanating a luscious glow across passion, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
Mango, we call it the king of all the fruits. Its my favourite fruit. Your poem is very rich in its description and diction. A definite 10 for this mango-like sweet poem. Regards Naseer
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Mango tree live hundred years Ol’man’s can’t live long, Protégé took before long Ignoble he’d become Nor froward he’d overcome......yes it takes years to matuare and then so muuch age is gone bye, , yes they bear they sugary fruit later on but man can't last long to give sweet fruit..... lovely poem to be read and fine peac of writing i must say....10 read mine child..... school....