It’s a mere creation

Without any potion

That ripe mango is here

To see my poetry hut.

At the very children’s  mart

I want to steal fruit

From the tree

So proudly.

That mango thief

Is called by myself

To do that

To enjoy the game.

That mango is so sweet

Wow! It’s the magic.

For the first time

I have made my mind

I’m stealing so many mangoes

From the tree with barefoot.

That is incredible.