The Mango Forest.

The great old gentleman walked straight Through the desert like open vast space Which was barren and sandy soil along There in routinely he planted mango trees The large shaded ones for public interest He was fondly called 'Sahib' by all He arranged the watering in time to mango trees He liked to take rest in the shades in summer He like to hear the songs of small birds Which quarreled sometimes with mutual love He liked the Bats taken as the resting place In the branches of trees he planted There he put large pots filled with water To quench the thirst of all his friends The beauty of mango forest old men narrated There now a great college situates Which some of the mango forests are extinct The remaining trees are cut and removed Surely the people done the job as usual For their own comforts and housing plots.