Under The Shade Of That Mango Tree! ! ! Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Under The Shade Of That Mango Tree! ! !
Now it makes me realise what shade I am missing these days
The heat of the sun and the cool breeze at the same time
Lay down on a wooden cot stretching legs
And watch those fluttering colourful butterflies
And to watch those passing by bullock carts till the turn
And listen to the ringing bells tied on the neck of the bulls
To see those falling leaves flying in the air
And collecting them to count how many in an hour
To see those bread being baked on "Sigdi or Tandoor"
And then put water onthose burning charcoals
I know those days won't return which I spent on the farmhouse
Though the shade of a mango tree is still there
Butterfly flutters, bull carry the cart, bells ring and leave falls.
To see those falling leaves flying in the air/And collecting them to count how many in an hour...wonderful. An excellent poem....10
Great action scene of village life created in flashback style. We all miss those leisurely days in a carefree mode, Thanks, Asim ji.
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4/25/2024 9:42:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Under the shed of the mango tree there are lots of memories hidden. You have brilliantly revealed these in this excellent poem. Butterfly flutters and bull pulls the cart under shed of mango tree and mango leaves fall on ground. Everything in childhood you have perceived. A crystal clear picture is drawn in this excellent poem....10