Grandma's Tree
A large Mango tree
That has a name
“Grandma's tree”
In every rainy season
She would blossom
My Aunty was so happy
In preparing delicious pickle
Using its tender fruits
As soon as it began to ripen
I always prayed a breeze to come
The cooling area beneath it was
Venue of playing for kids
Always I had been the leader
But when my grandpa died
The elders in my family decided
To cut my Grandma’s tree
As the firewood
For burying his body in the graveyard
Though I was a kid
I embraced it my tiny hands
And cried so long
Till I fell into sleep
But I could save my ‘’grandma’s tree”
Still it is here though rotten
Everything repeats as in my childhood
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