It was the birth time for me
When my mind was set free,
Under my mango tree
Which raised me from one and two to three.
I have played around this tree,
It’s shadow lets me breathe free.
It protected me from the rain
No little sorrow , no little pain.
I remember the time I threw stones so high,
To break some arms of my tree.
Only to get what I need,
Some mangoes and I felt relieved.
I didn’t realize when I grew up,
The tree lost it’s crew.
Now I only see a plain land,
No mango nor even a single strand.
Now I wish I could get you back,
To play around you , to sit and relax.
The time that flew when I grew up,
I found peace,Under my mango tree.
By Megha Sharma