Come summer season,
my heart does a tango,
to get my hands on,
some delicious mangos.
I couldn't wait till they ripe,
bring raw ones, for a bite,
little sweet, sour & crunchy,
enhanced by black salt & chillies.
Oh, I just love the chutneys,
also the pickles, amba khatta.
exciting the receptors of tongue,
whole experiences is lip-smacking.
When floral aroma reaches nostrils,
my stomach growls, while salivating,
so I devour them in one sitting,
slurping the content inside.
The big ones are cut into pieces,
served on sides, with main course,
but the best consumed wholly,
squeezing with hand or mouth.
There are so many varieties,
I seldom keep the counts,
Akhu rasa, Dasheri, Amrapalli,
even unnamed local ones.
Capturing my heart with flavors,
with juicy and fibrous textures,
the pulp is prized possessions,
they are indeed, king of fruits!
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