A seasoned old poet's poem
pertains to sweet dangling mangoes
our life also grows and flows
like ripened mangoes
juices down our mouths
all laugh
and
say juicy mangoes eh
and
smile
as we suck dry
their stones
(An Aussie gal loved mangoes
ate one daily in the train)
we blush still for more juicy ones
rush for more mangoes
juicier
what
wow
mangoes
what else
compare our lives with the fruit ah
many more years to go
let's enjoy life
and
compare it with mangoes
here I go
and
a plantation grow
seeds I sow
for future generations
they must know
we all loved
and
they will
ancestors mangoes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely juicy mangoes ahhhhhhh