Maalu’s Mango Tree!

Sowed Malu, a child

 a mango seed in soil,

nurtured it, she well

 with much care and love.

and every day she stood,

closely watching her seed.

 the shoot one day
chucked the seed.

The sprout, at the marvel

 of the wide world 

 wondered to a degree high,

batted his eyelids

 and blinked in awe

at the glistening glitter

 and glister of the globe.

     

Rains with shower bath,

wind lilting lullabies,

and night with loving strokes

 put him into sleep,

giving rouse call uncle Sun,

 pampered him and patted

with soft and smooth arms.

  

Fondled him zephyr

 In his gentle mood,

birds in style performed

ballets really stunning.

Puberty in time

hugged him; he flaunted

in plenty with prettiness.

Blossoms in ample bunches

 blessed Malu's Mango tree

and adolescence, in teens

cuddled her ardently.

 loomed lovely flowers

giving rise to fruits

 in charming hues,so fragrant.

Dangling fruity bunches

and broad tree-branches

no doubt glorified beings.

Viewed Malu, her beloved tree,

that hyped her glory fully,

and magnetized highly

Her being there, in big way.

 The enamored friends, 

 Malu and Madhu, duo

sat chatting at the tree,

woes and hopes and joy

 and covert ideas many

took their lovely travel

 from mind to mind.

Baffled in gloom

one day at the crowd;

surrounded kin the abode

heard she from around

some  echoing whisper

 in a very low voice

 in the encasing environs.

Ah! Lying motionless

her lovely dear granny,

tried, she in vain

to erase all her gloom.

Talks of felling tree for pyre

rolled-rolled to her ear

from the elderly mouths there.

                                     

“O! Chop not my beloved tree,
ch.o..p  n.o..t. c..h..o..p not”

bawled she at the losses

of deeply-loved granny and

her  darling pretty tree.

“Helping others is my mission,"  

felt Malu, as said her tree.