The mango tree

          If it so early in the morning

Or late in the evening!

When I have a walk on the roof

With someone else or lonely move:

My attention smoothly lose 

From everywhere to the back side of the roof.

 

That' what I can't stop myself,

Coming close tho the green bush,

Not beautiful flowers are the reason:

But the big Mango tree below all this.

Hustling and bustling with its green leaves

And it's branches dancing with speed of wind.

 

But my eyes stand still when I see,

Those Vado mangoes twig on the stem;

Like the night sky covered with stars

And show their beautiful light on us.

I can't stop my tongue kissing my lips

While wishing any of those to fall on my feet.

 

Looking below,if anyone is watching

But my bad fate,my hands can't reach!

But the birds eat few of them

And fly away,like ask hey, jealous of me!

Stand still at one place and try to find

If there's a way to get in this place .

 

But the boundary covered ground

Only open to the owner of the tree,

Make me think if I could also get!

Only one of them to taste.

I have my freeze full of these,

But still there's a magic in this tree.

 

If it is down or dusk I make some excuse to come on the roof;

come close to the tree

And dream like these all are only for me.

These mangoes some yellow and some green 

Make me wonder,if I have superpower , I could eat these.