My mango tree

My mango tree
I was standing under a tree
But didn't know it was of what,
And It was afternoon,
So, all shops were shut;

A ripe mango
Was in my hand,
And I have thrown it
After eating, on the land;

After five years, I again visited
My maternal uncle's house,
But now, the plot was filled 
With noise and chaos;

I also found a no entry board
Outside that plot,
And I had to go on that day
But still killed them three times in thought;

Next time when I visited
I am going to eat them like a shark,
But there found  my mango tree 
At the centre
Of a truely beautiful park.
                               -Lochan Chugh



Please Note, that i tried my best but still there is a chance of mistake and if you find any, please inform me by leaving a comment below.

                               30 January 2019; 7:30am

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