The King of a Mango Orchard

Running around bare feet in my shorts
amongst the mango trees
The green mangoes down so low
that I reach up take a small bite
and leave a mango still hanging there

The fences around the orchard
I am sure are meant to keep
the cows and buffaloes strolling in
I can find my way inside
easily from any tiny breach

Peacocks, parrots and koels
all feast on mangoes, as free as me
Sitting up high in mighty tamarind tree
I survey the grandeur of my kingdom
mighty pleased with what I see

The smell of mango and tamarind flowers
in cool gentle summer breeze
feel of watered ground on my feet
lazying there listening to the music of birds
in shades of these mighty trees

There's could be nothing more in this world
that I can ask than this