Who had seen a mango?
A smell of freshly harvested fruit,
Neither you nor I ;but the farmer and the seller
But when it time for harvesting the leaves tremble
When farmers plug out
They beg for mercy
Who had seen mango ?
Neither you not I ; but the farmers and the sellers
Have a mango
Freshly harvested from farm
Green and yellow
Any can suit your taste
Insects are attracted to it
Sweet rained washed and sun ripped mango
That the birds would’ve picked
If only they had seen it.
Rosy miracle, here, here take it from my hand.
Preserve it, make a good smoothie
Freshly and energetic make juice or eat it …
yasnaj writing at large 