The Mango Tree Poem by Aparna Sinha

Sometime it has given fruits
That lasted for months
And some seasons just flowers bushy
‘Why don't you cut it? '
People often asked then
‘And sell its wood for money'
My father would tell
He would never do so
‘For only we have a house with a Mango tree'



Street Children would pelt stones
To bring its juicy fruit to ground
And sometime just to tease
‘It is a menace to us! '
My mother would crib then
‘Cut it! For your family‘
My father said
He would never do so
‘For only we have a house with a Mango tree'



Neighbors came to pluck its leaves
For all pious occasions
And end up ruining our morning peace
‘Why don't we cut this thing? '
My sister would say then
‘We are not doing charity! '
My father frowned
He would never do so
‘For only we have a house with a Mango tree'



The tree has been cut down today
For mammon is stronger than god
As all emotions cease
"Cut this damn thing"
My uncle said
"For I need space for entry"
Alas! My father is no more
Else he would never let him do so
For only he built the house with a Mango tree