When I was young
Love was like a juicy and sweet mango
I enjoyed its taste and flavor
Drop by drop
From my college days.
Now I crossed sixty
Love is still like a mango
But the sweet juice of ripe mango
Sunned and dried
transformed into Amm Papad.
It become more tasty
with its natural flavor and sweetness
I am enjoying it
From heart and soul
Enjoying the real taste of love.
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