I'm a Mango!
I'm a Mango!
I'm a mango!
I'm on a tree and still green!
Basking in the sun, swaying in the slightest of breeze.
One fine morning, a beautiful lady comes and plucks me.
I love her careful touch;
I'm in this huge bamboo basket with all my other mates.
I'm already ripening; how fast I'm yellow.
And yes, still a mango.
I travelled across land and sea, to this strange unfamiliar state,
Where noise is louder than one's own heartbeat.
The machines roar, rap, and rattle as if sharing their woes,
It is here I transform; in colour and taste
A bit of sugar, milk, and cream.
I'm cold but at heart, I'm still a mango.
Often I close my eyes and wonder - was I happier just being a mango?
And then I see a child, the merriest when I melt off its tender lips.
It is then I realize, I served a purpose
I feel a mango again!