There I visited a big mango fest
The varieties of hybrid ones
The beautiful colored ones
The tasty and sweet ones
Every one likes the mangoes
Their sweetness and colors
The mango trees of country varieties
And their ripen fruits and fragrance
Only a memory now, which were cut and removed
For our own convenience to build homes
To make the ground clean
The mango trees which purified the air
Which gave enough to eat for little cost
The loss is big than we think.
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What a waste and I haven't had a chance to taste them yet! Thanks-10