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Unpolished Ink Jan 2020
A borrowed  knife without a blade

The sharpest sting

Slices deep and plunges in

Down through mango stone and bone

Soft beneath the outer skin

Reveals the running juice within!
Àŧùl May 2017
I just love this season,
When mangos ripen,
We get watermelon,
When sorts of flowers bloom,
And nature is alive.
My HP Poem #1525
©Atul Kaushal

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