Under the mango tree, I sit and ponder,
In its shade, my restless soul finds peace.
I wonder if life’s purpose we must squander.
The tree’s branches sway and seem to conjure
A melody that speaks of life’s increase.
Under the mango tree, I sit and ponder.
The fruit it bears, a gift we cannot launder
Nor can we buy its flavour or release.
I wonder if life’s purpose we must squander.
Its roots run deep, its trunk a powerful wonder,
Surviving drought and rain, it won’t decrease.
Under the mango tree, I sit and ponder.
It stands as a witness to our acts of wonder,
As we live and die, it grants us sweet release.
I wonder if life’s purpose we must squander.
So I sit and gaze, my thoughts begin to wander,
As I seek the truth, my mind seeks its release.
Under the mango tree, I sit and ponder,
I wonder if life’s purpose we must squander.