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Jamun or Kala Jamun - we call it in India,
Black plum, Jambu, Jambool - for many, it's a mania;
In months of June end July; one could find young and old climb,
Sit over their branches; relish the fruits; as though pass-time...!

We've twenty trees in our garden; jamuns ethylene-ripe;
Fallen ones are tasty too; though look so stereotype;
Boys on branches, like pendulums, oscillate from both sides,
Like clowns in circuses, all through branches easily stride...!

The old woman who hurriedly picks, says it curative,
Of diabetes; it's anti-ulcer and digestive;
For disruptive functioning of kidneys, it's good, she says,
Have minerals and fibers; her experience does whiz...!

I enjoy Java plums so much; all through June and July,
Vitamin, iron, and phosphorus in big quantity; 
Keep internal and external organs felicitous,
Being, in each food-act, sensible and solicitous...! 

Is it enough to think of these trees during fruit-seasons? 
Do we plant saplings and care for younger generations? 
Bharat was known as jambudvipa, land of jambu trees,
Is it not our duty eternally to protect these...???


16 August 2022
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