April is the month
Late spring is the season
I have all the reason
To smile
Amidst the turbulence of life
Where it becomes difficult to thrive
Mow arethe mango days
Green unripe with its wonderful smell
I set sail
Back to myteenage days
When friends ate green unripe mangoes with a pinch of salt
Nothing then could halt
Us to enjoy our time
It was music to all of us and now I smile
Even for a while
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rimni, I like mangoes too.....10++++