Mango Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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.