Summer Is Coming, I Shall Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Summer Is Coming, I Shall



Summer is coming,
I shall take
Ripe mangoes,
Ripe jack fruit,
Black berries,
Juicy lichis.

Summer is coming,
Mangoes will fall,
Jack fruits will ripen
Emitting a ripened scent,
Black berries will change
The colour of the tongue.

The wild kend fruits
Have I tasted,
Now I shall the raw palm pulps
So sweet to take.

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