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Sep 2013
Frooti.Mine.Silence
Ambrosia , bonne bouche.Indulge
when fire flies.

Flushed and pouting
Emerald velvet beckons
Nature is jealous

Blushing splash, tickles
your tongue, sticky, double O.
two mangoes entwined

Oii buy me
just one more, pray
I have sinned.
My 1st haiku, written some 6 years ago.
I relive my childhood when that chilly mango taste rushes down the throat.
All you know is wrong.
You have been lied to your entire life. There are no other Mango drinks.
Other liquids claiming to be Mango-like are lying.
They are apostates from the true way of Frooti.
A true Frooti lover wouldn’t trade it or compromise with any other substitute.
Yeah right. No I don’t want Real, Slice, Maaza or Mango Sip instead.
Frooti is the uber-mango. Frooti is all.
Neha Singh
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Neha Singh  Bangalore, India
(Bangalore, India)   
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