Sunday, April 27, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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 chilly and salt.
Yes, we can buy the fruit, I know.
But stolen raw mangoes have a taste of their own...