cosily resting,
tucked away, neatly,
in hay-filled boxes,
are biding their time.
After periodic cosseting,
of being turned
this way and that,
this way and that,
plus the unleashing of
many sensorial tales,
involving those
'ooh and aahh!' filled eyes
and twitching noses,
and twitching noses,
one sunny morning,
when the glittering wall outside,
painted by the sun,
matches their Golden sheen,
they are ready for a send off.
Some have already been
filched, by cunning birds
and ever hungry squirrels
but the quintessential flavour of
this season's soft, chemical free,
mesmerizing golden chunks,
(sliding their way through,
a beckoning tongue,
which rolls in merriment,
coating the queueing tastebuds
which rolls in merriment,
coating the queueing tastebuds
which demand more and more),
brings out an irrepressible urge
in many a mind
to sing paeans in praise of...
the King of fruits,
the all pervasive fragrance and
memorable flavour,
inching its way past
many barriers,
foecefully, driving away,
hard-hitting pockets of heat.
Mango tales continue...
the King of fruits,
the all pervasive fragrance and
memorable flavour,
inching its way past
many barriers,
foecefully, driving away,
hard-hitting pockets of heat.
Mango tales continue...
