Poem: Mangoes
Oh! The season has come
For the king of fruits
The one that lifts my mood
And it is my favourite without any dispute.
Every bite of a mango gives different flavours to me
Be it tangy, sweet or sour
I am bound to make faces
and if its sweet, my favourite, I will for sure devour.
Children play under the mango tree
And new friendships blossoms
All they wait for is the rain
For the juicy fruits to be ripe too soon.