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Mango Tree

November 14, 2008
By Samanvitha Sridhar BRONZE, Wichita, Kansas
Samanvitha Sridhar BRONZE, Wichita, Kansas
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The divine aroma ascending throughout the heavens,
All the pollution and self destruction in the world
couldn’t compare with this illusory fragrance.

The diamond dew drops in the april morning,
sliding past the sensuous figure of the mango.
First signs of spring warmly blanketed
by the translucent rays of dawn

Surrounded by the ocean waves of grass,
The moisture in the dense air kisses me.
My locks of ebony gently land upon the ground
and twist upward into the indigo sea of greenery

The sun rises above the land of hopes and dreams,
Shiva begins his divine dance as the world spins madly beneath his heels.
Destruction and creation alike,
the universe awakes to the repetitive rhythm of his dancing feet--
the beating rhythm of Life.

I see you in nature,
Your soul, your beauty,
The idea of your existence.
What is love?
The ability to see another being in everything beautiful about the universe
As everything in the universe becomes beautiful

I reach for the mango,
but the marvelous fruit belongs to the tree
Out of my every grasp--
The confusion of dreams and reality deceives me
and eludes me.
People change, places change, nature is change,
Yet the reminiscence of age old memories
haunt me into unthinkable fantasies
Change can never exist without witnessing it.
Transitions from your innocent childish beauty
to your rugged practical self
shocks me.

Your eyes sparkle from the open windows above,
your face, so brilliantly picturesque
As I stand here rooted to the gray, melancholy sidewalk
the paradise surrounding me is an untouchable entity.
As such with the golden fruit dangling by its last branches
I’ll wait for you to come down.

The author's comments:
This basically sums up a portion of my cultural conflicts and barriers, especially highlighted in my trip to India last summer. I emigrated to America when I was around 10, and I had felt homesick ever since. Last summer placed quite an influence on my perception of the people living there. Socially, I felt more outcasted that I should have. Language was no problem, and as for the looks, well I could easily blend in...until it came to my thoughts and views-- actually, my way of thinking. I knew America had changed me forever, but the true test unraveled itself in the endless conversations between my closest childhood friend (who I had not seen in 6 years). The overall experience of our reunion was intense, complex and almost frustrating...as I reflect today back to what exactly our relationship meant, well time passes by no matter where we are and sometimes change can be irrevocable-- for the better or for worse.

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amarbegovic said...
on Dec. 25 2008 at 8:10 pm
good job :)