The Mango Tree

Let's go for a walk to the glorious old days, today,

And revisit the garden that came in our way,

When to Grandma's house we would go to stay,

Do you remember the mango tree under which we used to sit and play?

Often we would dodge the gardener, and pluck mangoes from the tree branches as high as the towers,

To avoid getting scolded by mother, we would hide behind the pretty flowers,

In the monsoon season, we used to tie a swing on the tree,

While swaying in it we would enjoy the cool breeze,

Listening to the melodious songs of the cuckoo, our hearts would fill with elation,

Truely, childhood was no less than a celebration,

I wish we could be kids again,

Leaving all the worries behind, we could just enjoy the taste of a mango in the rain!