Where cool breeze blows
Dancing springs break
On the heart of stony rocks
Soothing music serenades
On the distant horizon
Large waves of the sea
Break at the feet of long sea shore
A lone mango tree
Finds reflections
In the stillness of cool pond
Counting the blooms
On its branches
And the seasons passed with cuckoos.
Inevitable
The mango tree
Sheds its yellow leaves
Every season
Before becoming green
With the new
Blossoms appear anew
Holding promises
For the basketful of fruits
That she will gift
To the travelers
Resting under its shade.
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