Y-our mouth wants to bite
O-ne green fruit in view;
L-et the tree thrill your eyes,
L-et it either warm or soothe
Y-ou.
D-awn seventh of March
E-ndorses the Tuesday delight;
L-et the beacon bathe your heart,
A-fter the dark cold night.
P-ouring rain and chill
A-re starting to be mute;
Z-one of mirth is built, as you crave a mango fruit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem