An afternoon, while in a grove
A girl stucked in my view.
She is ready to make a move,
To a mango tree with few mangoes.
Those mangoes are sweet as honey,
The girl darted to it's branch.
Watching it is really funny,
Suddenly she fell down harshly.
I could see in her legs, a gash
It's unbearable for a child.
I thought her aim is going to smash,
I stared at her curiously.
But shockingly she revived,
The girl crawled with pain.
At last got a mango, she cheered
An awesome moment, I ever seen.
Unfortunately the mango is stale,
But it glistened outside.
So sad, the girl's face is pale
Other mangoes are far away from her.
She saw another mango and gazed,
Then crawled towards that mango.
I wondered, unintentionally asked
"Doesn't she teached us a great lesson?"
