A Mango Tree

There's a mango tree
That stands singly
At my village's end,
Here's some stretch
of paddy field,
Probably its friend
Of a sapless day.
I often sit and sigh
To ease my poetic mind;
So plentiful to sit beneath
Thy shadowy shed
And to enjoy the colors of sky.
Sometimes keeping my head on its knee
I feel myself here very much free
From the haziness of life and worries,
Just let me engross in myself
Today's sweet breeze.


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