Mango: The King Of Fruits Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

Oh mango, king of fruits divine,
Thy taste is sweeter than the wine.
Thy flesh is soft, thy juice so pure,
A fruit that many do adore.

From green to yellow, thou dost ripen,
A sign that summer is about to begin.
Thy aroma fills the air,
A fragrance that is beyond compare.

Thou art the symbol of our land,
A fruit that grows in abundance and grand.
Thou art cherished by rich and poor,
A fruit that one can never ignore.

Thy pulp is sweet, thy texture so smooth,
A taste that leaves one in a groovy groove.
Thou art the fruit of love and mirth,
A fruit that brings joy to the earth.

Oh sweet, succulent mango,
Your golden skin so inviting,
With a scent that fills the air,
And a flavor so exciting.

Your flesh is soft and juicy,
Your taste so sweet and pure,
With a hint of tangy goodness,
That leaves us wanting more.

From mango juice to chutneys,
And desserts oh so divine,
You're a fruit that truly captures,
The essence of sunshine.

Oh mango, how we love thee,
In all your shapes and sizes,
A true tropical delight,
That always leaves us mesmerized.

Oh mango, thou art a delight,
A fruit that makes our hearts take flight.
Thy presence brings happiness galore,
A fruit that we will always adore.