PORTRAIT OF A BOY EXAMINING HIS MIND UNDER A MANGO TREE

PORTRAIT OF A BOY EXAMINING HIS MIND UNDER A MANGO              TREE

Who am I?
A boy you were, a guy you were, a man you are;
Striped by the hunger for life, thirst for love, and melodious taste;
Under the canopy of a Mango tree.
         Which of the fruits should I pick?
I suggest you pick the ripened one; I suggest you pick the unripe one;
For a melodious day or some other dry/sour days.
      This is a little bit clustering, ain't it?
Yes! A cluster of life; a cluster of mind; a cluster of mind; a cluster of love:
Life has been a cluster of clusters;
You have been trapped in the con of melodious-dry thoughts; of a ripened Mango fruit
Or sour-soft coming days from the unripened fruit.
            Do you think unripened fruit is the best?
No! Yes! A sour day, a sour moment, and a sour taste; for a sour period;
On the other days a melodious taste, a melodious moment, and a melodious day that;
Stitches sour hearts.
             Do you think ripened fruit is the best?
Yes! No! A melody of seconds; peace of minutes; and satisfaction of no hours;
The thirst for more melodies; the sour lung waiting for another harvest day to have a new happy bite.

                  Life is full of tests thirst, full of melody, full of sour lungs.
                                A little bit of thirst; you ask for melody;
                         A little bit of melody; you ask for sour lungs;
                    A few sour lungs; you have reached your far end, and;
               You have become a beggar in search of thirst, melody, and sour lung;
                                     Under the canopy of a Mango tree.

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