My Mango Tree

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Elegy


She stood proud and tall.
Her head rose above all.
She was home to many
and a mother to all.

She laughed with the wind,
cried with the clouds.
Unmatched was her might,
majestic her sight.

She carried birds on her shoulders,
ants on her legs.
She fed them mangoes,
sweeter than honey.

She knew a girl
who gave her gifts.
The coolest shade
she'd give in return.

She bore tales
old as two decades.
She was wise enough to know
her end was near.

They had axes and ropes.
They were men of greed.
Their hearts as black as her bark.
Their brains rotten like fallen mangoes.

They stripped her,
tore her apart.
Cut her hands and legs,
pulled her down.

She saw the girl scream.
Running around, helpless.
She embraced death
with the girl in her arms.

The bereaved lass wept
for her comrade of the grove. 
As she did
 for many others at the grave. 

Under the mango tree





Happy Vishu !

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  1. Jerin JoseApril 15, 2023 at 6:24 PM

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  3. none to be knownApril 17, 2023 at 6:42 AM

    From the tiny girl, came a women
    Full of brain and might.
    She then atoned for her friend,
    She tilled the land and grew
    Many a trees, far from the men of greed.

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