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Among its existing old leaves of the mango tree
Arrived fresh flowers in early February

At dawn everyday
Bare gay soles at walk felt tiny granules
A pleasurable scent greeted them on their way

Soon little mangoes came out
Tiny green shapes stout
Adorning the same old and pale green leaves
Dust laden shabby grief

Nature doesn’t like the mismatch
Even the hatching birds hated
The striking disparity and protested
In their confused call
The ball moved on to rise and fall

One fine morning comes out
Sprouting in a soft green rhythm
In the spirit of communism
A small bouquet of velvet like leaves
Then another bunch and then another 
Slow but steady goes on the development
Beautiful symmetry in the canopy

The mangoes are now
In their way from green to greenish yellow
From hard toward mellow
As we all yellow
The leaves are now combination of old and new
Nature dislikes the imbalance and disproportion
Brings up green leaves very fast
Worthy of gazing and learning
Soon the whole tree
Will be evenly green in spree
Of equity

Had our rulers and policy makers
seen and learnt also
The intrinsic principle of aesthetics
To each according to his need
For a balanced growth
Instead of the incurable wounds of poverty
We are loath to accept
And fruitlessly regret

We are mere spectators in the hall
The ball moves on to rise and fall
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April 12, 2016
For the Poetry Contest : If You Could Change The World
Sponsored by : Dan Kearley

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