It is February, things have gone awry
A wet month preceding March so dry
The air is cool, the breeze does not freeze
For this month be ready to wheeze and sneeze

The mangoes bloom everywhere
Altogether the blooms scent the air
Spikes reach out to the sky
But look at the birds that fly -
They peck and prick with their bills
Where the mangoes are- valleys and hills!

I look up and see the blossoms so happy
As I imagine the golden fruits from the green
Warm, moist, sweet and pulpy
Divine fruit, you can't resist even if you're queen.

Golden fruits I love to eat,warm or cold
Each bite is precious, in my mouth I hold
Long enough to savor the sensual flavor
Unique, my tongue tastes with candor and ardor.