thick with blossoms
sweeter than perfume
spring to life.
The Koel sings
somewhere from deep within
green parrots nestle
for close comfort.
Lazily I catch the
glimpses of drifting clouds
and blue sky
the sunlight filters through
the tender green
and makes a pattern of my face.
My hammock sways in tune
with the dancing branches
Mango dreams fill my heart
reminders of childhood joys
the swings, the luscious fruits
licking the dripping juice
flowing along the tiny bare arms.
Climbing and hiding
in the thick foliage
dozing cuddled together
with books upturned on bellies.
And then the days of youth
lying in each others arms
watching the bees gather the nectar
wondering what is more seductive
your love or the mild fragrance drifting
in the air around.
Today again, I sit under your shade
waiting in anticipation of a call
from a love who is far away
I close my eyes and wander down
the memory lane of mango dreams.
Pregnant with the hope of things to be
Your loveliness O mango blossoms
is too much
for this summer evening.