Embraced by drip-dropping
Rays of the sun
Swaying in gentle coy breeze
Oping slowly her tender green shoots
gladdened in my scanty yard
The young shrub of Honey-mango tree.
Drinking the sunshine and thrilling within,
A thousand citadels were built in my nights,
Mansions amore, sculptures, colours
Jewels and heaps of treasures,
farmlands, groves and livestock,
Trade-guilds and festive realms...
Thus passed the paths of my fancy.
Tendered by summer, Spring,Autumn,Winter,
The shrub attained youthfulness all.
The budding twigs bending so low
Blossomed with fruits and spread out
a fragrance around...
The unforeseen clouds that came during the night
Gone hard as torrents and storms,
Blowing in swirls, my young tree collapsed
And with that fell flat;
my dream and my paths of fancy.
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