The fractured mango
My poem droops and drops
Like a big mango on a shed
In a loud resounding crash.
Readers rush to collect.
Oh no, it's split wide open,
Lush pulp, dirt, mish mash.
That urchin up on the tree
That's pretending to be me,
i'm sorry his hopes to dash.
Next time i promise the fruit
As one piece, he'll grab it, not
Shake the branch, let it smash.
Sanjib Basu 