Mangoes, yellow
and orange like the summer sun
My baskets are
full to the brim and I share with love
With breakfast
and dinner we serve mangoes
The sharp knife
slicing its thick sunny brightness
Brings a juicy
rain, outside too it is raining and
When I go out
splashing rain-made puddles
I think of
mangoes, their seeds abandoned all over
Used, relished
and thrown, but I know that later
I will see
sprouts, and later shady trees and then
Numerous baskets
full of mangoes, sunny and juicy
Mangoes, like my
heart, revive through the seasons
And never dries
out, they are sunny and rainy
They are orange and
juicy and never carries thorns
Mangoes, yellow
and orange like the summer sun
My baskets are
full to the brim and I share with love
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I came to know and love the taste of mangos only a few years ago - you use them as a fine metaphor here.
ReplyDeleteAh yes.. with summer comes the arrival of mangoes..!
ReplyDeleteOne can never have too much I suppose :D
Beautifully penned..!
I like how you relate the mangoes to your heart ~ revived throughout the seasons. Used to eat them when I lived in a more tropical clime.
ReplyDeleteI love Mangoes in every form and I love this poem, especially thinking of those big soft seeds sprouting and making more trees for shade, shared love and the rain of delicious refreshment. This is exactly the kind of poem to frame by repeating the positive that all ofthe inner spirit amounts to, Bravo!
ReplyDeletea heart like a mango - juicy and healthy and sweet - i like that - i love mangoes - unfortunately they do not grow over here - so you need a bit luck to find a good and tasty one
ReplyDeleteA very inspiring metaphor here--especially loved the connection between mangoes and the rain!
ReplyDeleteVery nice! Mangoes to remind one of the summer and the sun, that is for sure. I love them!
ReplyDeleteAh.. fresh green leaves of mango seeds..
ReplyDeleteThere is no more green than
fruit of seed.. oh.. sweet
is you orange
love.. the juice
of life
is you..
my seed
of
Light.:)
My favorite fruit, I love everything mango with it, smiles ~
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One of my absolute favourite fruits - and the Indian mangoes taste so much better than what we find in supermarkets here! I'd love to see them grow in nature - which you've allowed me to do with this poem.
ReplyDeleteSo rarely you get those mangoes here.. so rarely ripe when we get them here.. the metaphor of mangoes and hearts is so wonderful... I hope you get the best mangoes in the world :-)
ReplyDeleteWhat a luscious poem to mangoes! and mangoes, like the heart, renewed n all seasons. We have an Asian market here in town that always manages to get the best mangoes. They have my number and call me when a shipment comes in. I wish I could see the trees, the sprouts...this is a lovely picture.
ReplyDeletegreat use of metaphor! Mangoes are seriously one of my favorite fruits. Rarely get them here tho.
ReplyDeleteI'm licking me lips here, you know? :-)
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
I've never figured out how to cut a mango without mangling it. It wasn't a familiar fruit growing up and it's hard to teach an old dog new tricks, as they say. But I do love when someone else serves it and it's fresh and juicy. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteI haven't quite caught on to how to cut and serve them, but I love the juice added to other fruit juices. Lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteI love eating mangoes and after reading your poem, feel a craving..Going to buy and then relish some today! :)
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Made my mouth water, written very well indeed. I believe that it has the potential to become a great poem, please return to it after a few days, trim it a little and see for yourself! I liked that fact that you have used the word "sunny" here, works very well. A little observation, "shared" "served" could work better as "share" and "serve". Just saying. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWe seem to get more green/red mangoes in the West than the yellow and orange ones I tasted in Hong Kong. It is one of my favorite fruit and so I can only appreciate your poem and its metaphorical use of this wonderful fruit.
ReplyDeleteSreeja, you really chose a thing most of us love to sing about! You got so many comments. I too love mangoes and as you went on describing them as you did, I could easily relate to it. Just yesterday, Shweta urged us to read poetry and you made one so sweet!
ReplyDeleteMangoes here are supermarket & fruit stand oddities; always too green, picked green, ripened poorly. In several Indian restaurants we frequent, they have delicious mangoes. I love the mango/yogurt pudding. My best mango experience was tree ripened ones on the big island of Hawaii.
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ReplyDeleteWho doesn't love mangoes?
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem.
:)
Lovely poem on mangoes.
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Who can not love mangoes! "My baskets are full to the brim and I share with love" is as delicious as the mangoes in the poem.
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