Secret of a Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching The great yellow orb…..never rushing To fade and rest…..before the laughing Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance With the gadfly, that flatters free As I spend the stolen time Enjoying the nature’s rhyme Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is No match against the brutal force of nature Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture The innocent soul, that still bleeds In silence, the mango tree heeds The wailing beats of its heart Hapless, lying on the dead ground While hungry beast started to pound Feasted….till whole’s torn apart Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder Mango tree, a glorious image Of little robin, now, in rage No clue, if ever peace will live In the heart of those, once, deceived What goodness will it give watching… The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring? Certainly, no one knows, but me The secret of a mango tree