There in the woods
They made me choose
Amongst the fruits
That lay on the grass
The sweetest one,
I could not do so alone,
Without tasting them all,
The only method
There was.
I thought why not use
The honey-bees;
These landed
On the ripe Mangoes,
By far the sweetest fruit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well inked poem... Truly delightful and sweet....5 stars *****