On vast field one day a boy walked,
For miles saw nothin’,
Another mile saw somethin’,
On the midst,
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yes...its mango time...very where i go in the market the hawkers the malls athe shop windows are stached with this delicacy among fruits... a hundred yerars and a hundred varieties...the best mangoes it's said come from pakistan and india from eating raw to jams to pickles and in exotic sweetdishes you have done a splendid poem on the mango.... we wait as your ol man all year long...to go through all the phases so well depicted cheers and ten
Mango tree live hundred years Ol’man’s can’t live long, Protégé took before long Ignoble he’d become Nor froward he’d overcome................. grin riffles from green mango tree youth of verdure yet jingles on.....excellence marches ahead like youth of deep night, as we remember the verdant tree by its sweetest taste of its fruit and the jingling of florence as when itsways by beauty in completeness, wrought ingenious by imagery emanating a luscious glow across passion, well penned,10+, thanks for sharing
Mango, we call it the king of all the fruits. Its my favourite fruit. Your poem is very rich in its description and diction. A definite 10 for this mango-like sweet poem. Regards Naseer
Mango tree live hundred years Ol’man’s can’t live long, Protégé took before long Ignoble he’d become Nor froward he’d overcome......yes it takes years to matuare and then so muuch age is gone bye, , yes they bear they sugary fruit later on but man can't last long to give sweet fruit..... lovely poem to be read and fine peac of writing i must say....10 read mine child..... school....