Mango Unchained
A dazzling smattering of red, yellow and green
Some people call it the queen
Molding itself into an oval form
It woos young brigades all over the farm
With an enticing, tempting smile
Falling hook, line and sinker for her moves
The brigade makes her heart pound thud-thud
As they unleash their passionate love for the mango
As the sour ones devoured with salt and spice
Fragrant ripe ones saved and treasured to be shared
To leave telltale signs on the face and fabric
The rest of the bounty savoured for several months
Pickled, pureed and what not
An appetite whetter is what it is
Ohh tasty tasty mango dear,
You are a mouthful ripe or sour
My fervent desire of summer
Lighting up many a lair
With your golden interior
-Abhinav Ramachandran