The Mango Man

                     The Mango Man

The vendors appears with the bell ring,
The street echoes with the ding, ding, ding.

Dragging a cart full of fruits, he sings
A song of mango, as cuckoo in the spring.

All ripe fruits shine with color bright,
But mango rules over them as the king.

Mango shines as golden as summer sun,
Sweet too much as stops man’s lipsing.

Attracts everyone from old to young,
No one can live without its drink.

The mango man is loved by all,
For the glee, that will never shrink.

The ripeness of fruits spills his gratitude,
In spite his poverty, his smile overcome the ming.

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