Fallen Mango
In Summer, a Fallen Mango
Cried, as it Failed to
Feed Someone’s Hunger.
It Dried in the Sun,
Buried in the Ground,
Crying all the Way.
Monsoon came, Showering
it’s Blessings of Life
And the Crying Mango Sprouted.
Copyright © Harshath Vidheya | Year Posted 2017
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