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Mulberries On a visit to granny in the Doon valley It was March, the old tree full of Mulberries. Red, purple teasing from far, ran with cane basket. Picked one, ate some while the birds created a racket. Strawberries Strawberries in white boxes, one atop other The hawker sat on his knees, said go no further. I protest too expensive, not for the masses. Rich eat raw, make a tart or with cream in glasses. Wild Berries On way back from school at noon, attack wild berries. Are for free and so yummy, home a lot we carry. We laugh and shriek as our skirts get stuck in thorns, Satiated, come back home, with berries, skirt torn Written in ancient japanese form Sitigotyo 06.04.09 Mamta Agarwal