Home-Sick
It would be blasphemy to say this, but it’s true.
I hated mangos.
The little white blossoms, the tender red leaves,
all nurtured with my loathing,
matured into taunting and tantalising kings.
The ripe succulence struck terror in my little heart.
The heavenly smell made me nauseous with fear.
The rich juice running down my hand
bore testimony to my inept existence,
while my cousins laughed scornfully
and boldly sucked out the flesh of the fruit,
with ne’er so much as a drop of its blood.
Their jeers have faded,
and the plump, polished mangoes I see now,
in this plump, polished land so far away,
not clothed in shabby straws, with the raw earthy fragrance,
my heart echoes with an emptiness
that aches for the sniggers and the derisive laughter.
I hated mangos.
The little white blossoms, the tender red leaves,
all nurtured with my loathing,
matured into taunting and tantalising kings.
The ripe succulence struck terror in my little heart.
The heavenly smell made me nauseous with fear.
The rich juice running down my hand
bore testimony to my inept existence,
while my cousins laughed scornfully
and boldly sucked out the flesh of the fruit,
with ne’er so much as a drop of its blood.
Their jeers have faded,
and the plump, polished mangoes I see now,
in this plump, polished land so far away,
not clothed in shabby straws, with the raw earthy fragrance,
my heart echoes with an emptiness
that aches for the sniggers and the derisive laughter.
1 Comments:
Hey thanks Maria, for dropping in!
When I have a 'fruit urge', I'm a sucker for guavas! I like the no-peel, no-seed, no-shell fruit - I'm too lazy to work a bit for the other fruits!! :D
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