She loves soft mangoes
So I do
I buy for her by dozens
But I like only two
Her 'dudhiya malda' mangoes
Skin so fragrant, taste so sweet, succulent
I put my mouth on them
I want to eat them
They ripen as I
Suck their juice
They get warm
In my hands
Change color
Look red
I love them so much
Sometime I want to devour them...
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