Oozing out the juice , that trckles slowly down
Sucking on it , with closed eyes -
At long last, the temptress retrieves ;
Thy sour abducted self, in submission to thy emotions -
Thee flows hope strung into the river, ends thy journey
In the despair of our lands welched away ...
But you still give another go and yet again face the same -
Nay! Yielding is not in thy dictionary untill -
Mangoes are there no more.
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well done