Dedicated to Sir g Usman Ali
Standing tall, erect, abreast,
A mere sway on nature's hest.
With no rancour, all are sweet,
Nobody goes on other's feet.
Though with hard rough fringe,
Yet inner is pulpy, juicy and tinge.
Redolence, mirth, in all its line,
Syrup, sugar, jaggery, wine.
M.K Aassi
23-07-19
