Mango Tree Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

Under the huge mango tree,
Some thrty feet in hight,
In my house of chilood time,
I threw stones at the mangoes,
And she felled one promptly,
Into my gaping mouth.
I had ahell of time taking it out,
Since it was tightely embeded,
Which I felt her anger at
My continous pelting of stones.
she was one amoung the millions,
Grown by me to eat
The king of fruits who ruled
Without a crown or throne.
She was cut ten years later,
When my grand uncle expired,
In the land where mango trees
Are use to creamate Hindu bodies.
She burnt half alive, taking my
Uncle's soul in land where
People believed creation
Will bring transportion to heavens.
May a day I looked at the spot,
Where she stood regally,
Shaking her branches in the wind,
Like a princess with her hair flying,
She was one example of the good,
which silent beings do service
To us who do hardly any good
Or useful to any being on this planet.


Ravikiran Arakkal.