Long Mango tree Poems

"Look, Grandma! I can see them! You were right! They do steal!" I jumped up and down in all excitement. Grandma grabbed the binoculars from me, pressing it as close as she possibly could to...

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I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the shadow of death. Callers piecing information together to make me...

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Moments are not the retinue of time. There is one which

decides the turning point of mankind. I can’t hand over to sighs

that time which stands and beckons me. To hell with the shades

to recline and...

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Interview with a Dying Tree.

       I had bought a mango sapling twenty five years back from a fair and  
        planted...

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BACKGROUND DETAILS ARE GIVEN ON MY BLOG POSTED TODAY
'Folk Songs Themes Are Same In Every Language'

A Folk Song from India

O my Sakhi,* bring the Dholak*,      we would sing a song,
O...

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Yah! Let me tell you,
Let me tell you about the last struggle in our country
2000 political violence.
Those days thousands of people lay dead            ...

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This is a story of a child and her mother,
About love that is irreplaceable like no other,
The child always does numerous mischiefs to ponder,
But the love of the mother would never waver.

The child is me...

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In the wee hour of the morning I hear my spirit calling, I wasn’t sure how to respond to it but my emotion made me answer it.

It was extremely dark outside and the street light...

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Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why does suffering come to the weak and feeble?
Misery doesn't come to us simply
Whatever fruit we plant, will grow on the tree

Why do we see good people suffer?
They...

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A loaded pistol,
With youthful courage till yesteryear;
Now lies naked and dormant,
And Is found to be lifeless and dead.
Somewhere, buried in my Junkyard,
Playfully tested till now in all arms to shame;
As it shyly, blushes and whispers...

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To where does my soul belong? 
at times my meandering mind wonders…

Is it to the vast blue of the boundless sky 
or the tangerine rays of the sun at the crack of dawn 
or to...

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PRELUDE

The song expresses the feelings of an Indian village girl. Her parents have fixed her
marriage (It generally happens in the rural areas of India, even to-day). She is about to
leave for the first time for...

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The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for...

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I go to the supermarket
to buy some mangoes. 
I’ve had five coffees
And spent hours on detangling 
computer wires. 

Reciting a poem I remember 
from fourth grade
I opened another three college 
letters in the mail yesterday.
The...

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Yesterday, was an adolescent, 
while we where the innocuous fluorescence that lighted up the floral hopes of the sun and transformed it's smile, into a cheerful full moon.

The sky was always brightly dressed up with...

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daybreak calls off moon's whitewash

in the wee of this morn I startled up from what quite seemed like a crash landing from midair plunge of a fledgling's first flight—thanks to my false 'alarmers'; the plantain...

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The morning sun’s oppressive; a nasty b*tch in heat on Rizal Avenue,
Where vendors hawk their cigarettes, baloot, and dog meat barbecue.
The jeepneys buzz the intersection like a hornet’s nest,
But it’s quiet down the mountain once...

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To Ever Young Spring

O enchanting flavor, of the beautiful Spring
Why you always look, so different to    me
Seasons come and seasons go, every year
But why only the Spring, enchants everyone

Why the mind get...

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The family gathered to celebrate the new baby
A home filled with love, past memories and joy
Smells from the kitchen perforate the room
Children and laughter, barking dogs, purring cats
Aunty Flo’s paintings proudly decorate the walls
Grannies old...

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                A Simpler Time
                ...

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The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to...

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Motivate


I have been carrying a planet on my back for so long, it’s still trying;
Because every time I make it to near the top of Mount Mind,
I am destroyed; taken from mine.
A seed falls from...

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This is a tale of a broken heart
This is the news that was whispered in the market.

When I saw the maid from Mazi Nduka's house
I dreamt she was my spouse
So that my melancholy days were...

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Sally was playing in her backyard…chasing butterflies and bees
when she decided to rest a while in the shade of her mango tree.

“Thank you for the shade.” She said. “It’s nice to get out of the...

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Dear friend,
 
Today, I turn the pages of our memories.
Those laughter and tears.
That we have shared for more many years
Those secrets that we hide
underneath the cherry tree.
These photographs I held, and
I used to smile every...

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