The Mango Tree

Standing at the outskirts of the busy town ..
This gigantic beauty had been beaten down ..
By cycles of rain , thunder and storm ..
Been untouched for years it had lost its charm ..
Every brick and pillar proved it was too old ..
And such a house was worthy of being sold ..

Just as he finished his final tour of the chateau ..
His eyes caught something covered with overnight dew ..
Gallantly standing there - tall and bold with beauty sublime ..
This Mango tree had guarded the house all this time ..
Loaded with bulks of mangoes which the leaves couldn't conceal ..
Ripe and ready for the neighborhood kids to  steal ..

The very sight of the tree triggered in his brain ..
A walk down the sweet and fun-filled memory lane ..
He could see a ten year old kid climb up the tree ..
Devoid of troubles and worries .. he played around in glee ..
Fighting with his siblings to grab the best mango from the lot ..
And then sharing the same with them ,which tied them in an inseparable knot ..
They had promised each other - their friendship will forever last ..
"But people forget promises with time" and he grew up too fast ..

And in a moment he had a glance of his childhood days..
His childhood like a jigsaw puzzle with the pieces now falling in place  ..
All these memories were knit around the house and the tree ..
He realized something that until now he couldn't see ..
Each and every corner of the house bore a loving touch ..
Of his loved ones whom now he missed so much ..

He saw his kids running around the tree ..
The girl chased for mangoes as the boy tried to flee ..
With a smile in his face he said  ,"You were right", to his wife ..
"I cannot trade for money the priceless memories of my life " ..