Beneath the mango tree

Here, beneath the mango tree,

The summer wind blows,

Warm and dusty;

Laughter comes from the distance,

Tinkling of cow-bells.

There was a time,

Not so long ago,

When we hid as children,

In the branches of the mango tree.

The first adolescent kiss

Under the mango tree,

Breath wild,

Heart palpitating,

At the risk of being found.

The branches of this mango tree

Have hidden my dreams

Far away from the harsh glare of this world,

Much like a mother,

Protecting her young.

The boughs sway,

Succulent mangoes,

Hang in the air,

Objects of desire.

I have come back

To reclaim my dreams

At the altar of the mango tree.

We all have dreams,

We all face this turmoil,

We all come back to

Where we started from…

Here, beneath the ancient mango tree,

The summer wind blows,

And I bow down

To be happy once again.