Among the Mango Groves

Among the mango groves Rain falls in rallies, waterbeads The gust of wind gather treasure-troves Of passive smell of weeds In the groves,play of waterbeads, breeds The water spirals down the earth A rumpy cudden in trapeze A distant coming nature's re-birth Meandering roots squeeze A trapeze, rebirth ,trees wheeze Rain 's stopping by,a shy goodwill Falling of twigs , nipped buds white sauce oozing Astringent in taste sweet souls on the mill Waters sleep on the bark sousing Sousing in the puddle of rain-a goodwill dousing Manassian Quintain - Poetry Contest Sponsor craig cornish 07 th January,2015