The Mango Tree Poem by Saikat Adhikari

None could notice my birth
As I was born silently
From the seed thrown by a boy
After eating the mango.

None could notice my growth
As I was growing silently
With friendly air
And in land adequate water.

Then, I became noticeworthy,
The only boy of the house
Came to play with me.
He passed his alone noon
In my lap. Sometimes sleep,
sometimes ride, sometimes rest
All were in my branches.
When it was afternoon,
I can see the flourished boyhood,
The boy along with his playmates
Came and played hide and seek
Here and there and often behind me
The boy used to hide himself.
Time was going so fine,
When it was summer,
Mangoes ripe,
I found myself so much pleased
To see the boys taking the mangoes from me.

Soon the boy became a school boy,
His textbooks took away him from me.
Very little I could be able to have him
And feel his touch.
Time proceeded in this way,
The boy became a Man,
As a rich educated Man
He felt the need of development of the premises,
And I, was the first sacrifice
For the GREAT DEVELOPMENT.
I SHOUTED
BUT NONE COULD NOTICE ME.

Now, the DEVELOPED HOUSE
Remains empty in summer,
Because all the sweetness of summer
Has gone with my death.
Now, summer is nothing but
A disgusting hot season to them.