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MY MANGO TREE

He was so tall, my Adie,
Full of life and fruits he was.
I planted him when tiny,
He was my dear pal.
I watered him every day,
To watch him grow made my day.
During every rain I would shelter him,
Animals too I would drive away.
He grew youthful one day,
So did I, so we parted ways.
His branches tender and juicy,
His roots deep and strong.
I concluded he didn’t need me,
Alas I was wrong.
One vacation I went home,
My eyes wandered his home,
Yet there was no one,
Without my pal there was no home.
He heard my teenage laments,
He heard my first love song,
Where was I my heart cursed,
When the cruel axe hummed along?
They cut him away, on a day;
I cursed myself for being away,
Teary eyed I sat in the ground,
The one he shaded every day!
In the sun ,I mourned my friend;
Yet he was never away,
May be he knew my heart,
So he left his tiny message.
There was a tiny sapling,
Reminding me of our younger days,
I vowed to protect his son,
And promised myself I would never be away.
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joy balan More than 1 year ago
this poem has been in my heart since i lost my friend, mango tree. just got time to pen it down.
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Wallace LaBenne More than 1 year ago
Great...I love this piece Joy.
joy balan More than 1 year ago
thank you Wallace
Donald Loudon More than 1 year ago
Heartfelt/lots of feelings/loved it.
joy balan More than 1 year ago
thank you Donald
Archit Sharma 5 months ago
it shows us how good are trees
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