On top of the tree
Attractive to the eye
Desirable to the
mouth
Required by the
stomach
As I await your
ripeness
Courageous men are
eating it with salt
With our gaze fixed
and hands outstretched towards the matured ones
We are outrun by the
birds that pierce the mango flesh with their beak
As it hung on the
tree
To posses it is my
ultimate goal
To feel the touch of
its tender flesh my utmost desire
A lot of people want
this too; I must outmatch them to reach my goal
If I use a stone, I
could damage the mango
If I use a stick, it
may fall and get bad
If I rely on the guy
on the tree, he may not give me what I desire
If I buy on the road,
it may not be fresh
I have to climb the
tree
Possibility of
falling is the risk I must take
Staining my cloths is
a price am willing to pay
I will get more
options while on the tree
By
Bijimi Daniel Meindous
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