The mangoes are ripening.

As winter ends,

The nature starts regeneration,

The new leaves and flowers,

Starts coming.

Similarly is,

The fate on mango trees.

All the branches,

Starts flowering.

Slowly and slowly,

These converts into,

Tiny mangoes,

As the size,

Of mangoes grows,

The birds start enjoying,

Their taste.

The cuckoo bird,

Starts singing,

Melodious tunes,

And welcomes,

The ripening of mangoes.