Mango Cheeks.

All the doors remaining closed,

how she entered the heart hall

without a knock or call ?

She is now singing melodies

and found dancing varieties !

She is not my darling girl,

nor she is the magical angel !

Hey weevil ! the insect,

you enter the mango fruit

without making any hole,

and spoil the seed and kernel !

Have you taught her in all,

the trick and way to enter
the closed heart and soul ?

Take care !
they are my darling's
ripe seedless mango cheeks,
and she feeds me the juice
through her sweet kiss
with shapely red lips !
while the shy cuckoo coos,
in the green mangrove !
Nearby the peacock spreads 
his feathers and beautifully dances
 to invite his mate and entice.

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