Beneath the mango tree
death turns slowly –
creaks the branches/
untouchable – the tears
hanging low above the ground –
slowly swinging – no more singing/
beneath the mango tree.
Beneath the mango tree
death turns slowly –
creaks the branches/
untouchable – the tears
hanging low above the ground –
slowly swinging – no more singing/
beneath the mango tree.
I am not a silent poet 
Very good
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