a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Mango memory


Again she comes  back to our nights.
If only we could see her  mango tree
With birds singing all through a night.

Opposite is a court’s justice training.
Mom’s mango may be waving a  nod
As a training goes on sections of law.

Since mom was ice she is in disguise
As mango tree opposite law training
With other mangoes similarly waving.

Mango fruit has a sweet summer pulp
But stones hard to negotiate by teeth.
The leaves fall all through an autumn .


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