Just this morning
I had a dream
That I’m in a garden
With small mango tree

It spreaded its aroma
All around in the sky
And having smelled it once You can’t just pass by

The mangoes were as ready to fall off
As eager I was to catch them And in the bright sunlight
I ran beneath the tree stem

Soon the shower began While I stood up so quiet
So I was embedded
Into a heap of mangoes that got piled

As I was collecting them
In a large sac
I was woken up
Without the mangoes in my hand.

“Mansi Mundhra”

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