Mango

Today I got a rare variety of mango which was plenty years before Its taste was wonderfully sweet and fragrance excellent While I remembered the good old days of village life Which is behind forty or fifty years back in our nice place Those times I remember with so happiness which was lost ever Where the different compounds of neighboring houses has no walls Children were allowed to play in the compounds where the Mango trees were our common property to pluck Every variety of sweet mangoes we plucked and parted No complaints to any one who saw our happiness in pride Exception to the permission to a particular compound Was faced with a challenge by the unity among us Stones and sticks along with bits of tiles collected Parted among the most motivated and aimed ones The might and sound and straightaway thrown articles Placed all the mangoes in our hands and ate. No cause of worry of nourishing fruits then there Where jack fruit in rare variety of honey taste also there Jack fruit were allowed to take them from the tree When ever it is seen in good ripe and squirrel bite Years passed ownership changed the compounds were partitioned Between the members of families and compound wall built No one allowed to tress pass the compound by iron hand Parents and teachers taught us discipline in every moment The Mango trees were sold and cut and removed for ever The rare varieties are lost for ever without a comeback The fruit bearing mango trees were seen mere wood and log The fibrous, sweetest, fragrant mangoes are no more We have grown and settled in towns from the villages The memory still drags our mind in mango seasons The costly items of garden varieties of mangoes comes in the market which was not ripe sweet and is big The costs were too high that we can't afford The result which our children lost the mango fruit But the pleasure days of past years will not come back Still the memories of a lovable past years in our mind Let there be protection of the varieties still exists.