Poem- East Indian Mango
East Indian Mango
Hanging midway from the sparsely laden tree
It lit up my eyes! Bright yellow and oblong
I had great plans for it.Yes! My after Sunday dinner dessert
Gone! Six hours later
Almost ripe, Spotless! My clingstone fruit
Not just any mango,
It was an East Indian Mango
Why didn’t they ask?
Instead they violating my space and property
Whose belly is now full with my “Eastie”
Was a mango worth destroying a good relationship between neighbours?
Why are people so bad- minded and covetous?
By Wayne Campbell
©
I saw it
this morningHanging midway from the sparsely laden tree
It lit up my eyes! Bright yellow and oblong
I had great plans for it.Yes! My after Sunday dinner dessert
Gone! Six hours later
Right there
on the branch close to the dividing wall
Aromatic! The
queen of tropical fruitsAlmost ripe, Spotless! My clingstone fruit
Not just any mango,
It was an East Indian Mango
Where did my
mango go?
Is it
possible?Why didn’t they ask?
Instead they violating my space and property
Whose belly is now full with my “Eastie”
When will I
overcome this heartbreak?
Not the
first time might I add?Was a mango worth destroying a good relationship between neighbours?
Why are people so bad- minded and covetous?
Does anyone
care?
By Wayne Campbell
Comments
Post a Comment