Poem.

Planted and grown of Indian stock

A tree that impersonates a native fruit

Grown by a cousin who has gone abroad

Rising so quick bearing fruits to pick

Our mango tree grew big and tall

Giving shades to young and old

Swinging them to and fro and high and low

Under its wings in suspended string

Then one day termites came by surprise

snaking through its body like human veins

Little mama so afraid and angry

Cut into lumber our mango tree, kaput!

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