Why summer is sour


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…

Sketch of mango tree by Gauri Gharpure
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.

  • http://teluguruchi.blogspot.com/ Uma

    Lovely poem and beautiful sketch. Just saw her lovely blog.

  • Srivalli

    beautiful sketch!

  • http://spice-club.blodspot.com Cham

    The sketch & poem , both are beautiful.

  • http://gaurigharpure.blogspot.com Gauri

    thanks so much! the tree looks better here! ha ha

  • http://www.arundathi-foodblog.blogspot.com arundathi

    Enjoyed the site – thanks for the links!

  • Vineela

    Beautiful Poetry………..

  • http://rupasivanarayana.wordpress.com/ Rupa

    hey sailu,

    There is a little something for you…please do drop by at my blog

  • http://wwwcookspot.blogspot.com sushma

    Lovely poem with a capturing sketch..

  • http://sarasid.blogspot.com sara

    Very nice little poem..I am a regular reader and a fan of your recipes…

  • http://www.quickindiancooking.com Mallika

    Lovely poem… and how true! Ha ha…