Mango

Mango It’d a bitter childhood like a girl in penury. It could defend itself against the molestation by pests. It didn’t succumb to the hot rays. Now it’s ripe, and its chubby cheeks are so charming. It’s a forbidden fruit, but Chami’s impulse is vehement as the monsoon waves leaping over the breakwater. His teeth wound its soft skin. He sucks its sweet syrup from its soul, and rises up to the heaven. Slowly he falls down into the hell of fatigue and drowsiness. Again, he repents of disobeying his diabetologist’s advice. First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada, and then reprinted in my book, Kanoli Kaleidoscope, by PunksWritePoemsPress,US.