The mangoes in my mango tree
attract my attention
peeping through my window
gleefully
knowing very well
that in a few days
I will pluck them
and make a pickle of them
Every day they grow
a little more
alluring
A better version of themselves
So, when the time comes
they are ready for me to relish them
having lived a full life
on the tree.
Why can’t I
who love my mango pickle
to be done well
strive
as the mangoes have done
and better myself
so I can be
a giver of joy
to this torn world
I grudge living in?
The poem was first published in Storizen Magazine May 2023 issue.
