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Mango Poetry

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Right now nothing comes to my mind except mangoes. Already half a ton of green mangos had been plucked during May. These were on the lower branches and within easy reach of vandals. Now the mangos are nice & ripe with each mango weighing around two pounds.They're big !! Occasionally one or two mangos fall from the tree & get split. I gather these & have them with my scanty dinner of "chapatti" and "subzi". Over two dozens have been stolen by urchins & vandals (many around my locality) But one high-decibel shout from me gets them scurrying away. They come during my much-craved afternnon post-lunch siesta. Interestingly, the vandals somehow know that I'm in charge since they do not heed any other person 

Oooo sweet, juicy tongue-treat. Nothing beats garden-ripe mangos. Last night during dinner I wondered aloud how could so many sweet mangos come from only one seed. This is magic of nature & I bow before it.

This morning when I returned from the fishmonger I found my big fat lady cook (she is literally that) coming down from the terrace. "What business did you have upstairs?" " I went to see the flower pots" I told her "All these months you never went ?" She had no ready reply. I think she'd been to see the ripe mangos hanging from the tree.But I never told her & she didn't tell me the truth.

Next week all mangos will be on earth ...... hopefully by TuesdayWednesday.... Then the tree will be unhappy & wait till nature pulls the trigger. But but but..... a big catch  The tree is leaning at a falling angle. We never trimmed it. The branches have spread at naure's will. Let me eat a few this year while I'm still alive and awake. Next year..... who knows.