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*Made me climb on her hands Holding me not to fall Made a swing on her hands Swinging me not to cry Made a basket of ripe mangoes Filling my paunch not to crave Made the shade of branches Protecting me not to lather Made a rapport of harmony Loving me motherly not to yearn Never let me down My sweet Mango tree!*
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
My Mango Tree
*Made me climb on her hands Holding me not to fall Made a swing on her hands Swinging me not to cry Made a basket of ripe mangoes Filling my paunch not to crave Made the shade of branches Protecting me not to lather Made a rapport of harmony Loving me motherly not to yearn Never let me down My sweet Mango tree!*
Still I have this mango tree in my house..used to give a lot of mangoes.. Like human, she too has become old!
#love#nature
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May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
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