Friday, January 09, 2015

Requiem for a mango tree

For the better part of two decades it bore fruit
swung a hammock
served shade in generous quantities
while those mangoes, green covering rich yellow
were pickled, pulped,
sliced and pureed
made a salad a bit saucier
and a milk shake smoother.
Yesterday I came home to find sun streaming into a kitchen
that had known a dappled green light
This year's Ugadi pacchadi
won't be made with mangoes
from my tree.


Sumana Kasturi said...

Love this! What happened to the poor mango tree?

Sadhana said...

Was the mango cut down? Who cut it? Obviously, you couldn't do anything about it.