Why summer is sour
Remember?
That place without a name
Green and dark, just by the busy highway
Where we zoomed past without a halt…
Baby mangoes loomed there in summer slumber,
You should have slowed down.
I wanted to steal them,
Eat them sprinkled with chilli and salt.
Yes, we can buy the fruit, I know.
But stolen raw mangoes have a taste of their own…
Poem and impromptu sketch by Gauri Gharpure
Gauri Gharpure is a talented writer, artist and budding poet who blogs at Life Rules. Gauri is a faithful reader of Sailu’s Kitchen and she’s kind to contribute a short poem and sketch on mangoes. Do visit her at Life Rules.
By Sailu • May 17th, 2008 • Category: All Recipes, Guest Blogger
Lovely poem and beautiful sketch. Just saw her lovely blog.
beautiful sketch!
The sketch & poem , both are beautiful.
thanks so much! the tree looks better here! ha ha
Enjoyed the site – thanks for the links!
Beautiful Poetry………..
hey sailu,
There is a little something for you…please do drop by at my blog
Lovely poem with a capturing sketch..
Very nice little poem..I am a regular reader and a fan of your recipes…
Lovely poem… and how true! Ha ha…