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Sunday, 21 November 2010

Mangoes

Where did the mangoes vanish;
the sweet ripe mangoes?

Aren’t there any left for my little sister?
It cannot be so, though it is so.

‘Don’t cry little one!
It is sad that you never get them,
year after year; you never get to eat them.
Let us search for an orchard
where nothing ripens and nothing falls down
as sweet as mangoes.’

Posted by Rajeesh at 04:25
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