"A Mango Tree & That Boy"

I'm fifteen years old now ;
This's how I've stood so many years,
Of course, all tree remain so.

In this house you see,
There is a boy,RUNU, he's nine years old ;
Love me so much.
What happend one day,suddenly the hail started,
And all my fruit was wasted.
I should have cried seeing that,
But it didn’t happen.
Instead, RUNU cried all day,
I thought the boy had a bad head.
But one day when a few people came to cut me
He just hugged me and cried.
Honesty, I cried a lot all day,
Seeing his humanity.
In the end I wasn’t cut,
I know I'll never be cut Again.

From then until now,we tell funny stories everyday,
No,no one can hear except RUNU.

Oh yes! RUNU only eats my mango!


©Ajay

In this poem I have tried to highlight the unconditional emotional love of a boy Runu on a mango tree.We are sophisticated!!!! so we have forgotten that the tree also has life, sorrow, desire to survive, but we cut them indiscriminately for our own self-interest and we are also forgetting that if there is no tree, the whole creation will be ruined. So don't cut the tree, plant the tree, love the tree.💓💓Anyway, please let us know in the comments how you like the poem.
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