We had several mango trees in our backyard when we were kids back in Colombo in the 60s, 70s. We relsihed every siungle fruitw e could lay our hands on and the taste never disappears.
stands, so proud and tall;
reaching her branches out afar,
tempting our tongues with succulence,
needling us to pick up that stick and belt it
upwards reaching for the sky and bringing her offspring
down to earth where everyone scrambles to pick up and chew,
enjoying the fruit of this bounteous earth; she asks for nothing in
return for the gifts she chooses to give; us hungry young hearts and
greedy gastronomy; while she blesses the rain for her daily sustenance
and spreads out the shade for our own existence; do we thank her at least?
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
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Written on 2009-11-18 at 08:24
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The Mango Tree
The mango tree, shestands, so proud and tall;
reaching her branches out afar,
tempting our tongues with succulence,
needling us to pick up that stick and belt it
upwards reaching for the sky and bringing her offspring
down to earth where everyone scrambles to pick up and chew,
enjoying the fruit of this bounteous earth; she asks for nothing in
return for the gifts she chooses to give; us hungry young hearts and
greedy gastronomy; while she blesses the rain for her daily sustenance
and spreads out the shade for our own existence; do we thank her at least?
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, 2007
Poetry by Fazli Sameer
Read 666 times
Written on 2009-11-18 at 08:24
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