The Mango Tree

It is 9 o’clock; will be up in some time.
Woke up later, what! It’s still 9 o’ clock!
Clock’s not working.

So much smoke…! Can’t see
Anything at all! …Ahu Ahhu…!
Have to open the window…; the window is open!
There is no smoke outside!

The branches of the mango-tree are approaching!
Ahhu…! What! What’s this! It is entering…
Towards me…! Where’s the d…door?
Here! Okay!

I shut the door properly. In which
Room have I entered? Have I before?
So much light! Nice breeze blowing!
Bulb, distemper, so many stickers on the wall!

Yellow swinging curtain… Window-frame…
I can see through it a…
A small mango tree!

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I am an amateur researcher. I'm currently working as a lecturer in English. Poetry is one of my passions! I have been composing poems since 2008.
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