Why summer is sour
Remember?
That place without a name
Green and dark, just by the busy highway
Where we zoomed past without a halt…
Baby mangoes loomed there in summer slumber,
You should have slowed down.
I wanted to steal them,
Eat them sprinkled with chilli and salt.
Yes, we can buy the fruit, I know.
But stolen raw mangoes have a taste of their own…
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