Tangy beckoning!

This morning as I look out of the window
A bunch of young, raw mangoes beckon to me
To tug at them, drawing them close,
And taste life’s tangy tastes once again!

Oh when did the tree bear fruits?
I have been oblivious far too long
And missed out on some enchanting moments
Of pure, simple, unadulterated pleasures
That delights our senses
Seeing a pregnant laden tree!

The bulbul has returned
And hopping around in an endeavour
To build a love nest
Where the little ones would thrive
In luxuriant profundity

Our garden creeper too
Is not far behind
Has grown little tendrils
Of the exploring kinds!

Everyone seems to come to life
As summer approaches
With resplendence warmth
And I’m swept once again in its activity!

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