"White In summer’s golden sun they grow, On branches swaying to and fro, The mangoes, ripe with vibrant hue, A feast for eyes and taste buds too. Their skins, a blend of green and gold, A tale of tropic warmth unfold, Within, a treasure sweet and bright, The taste of sunshine, pure delight. From orchards lush to bustling street, Their fragrance, rich and ripe, we greet, A symbol of the season’s cheer, The mango, fruit we hold so dear. In slices, cubes, or nectar's pour, They bring a joy we all adore, A burst of summer in each bite, A tropical dream in every night. So let us cherish mango’s charm, With flavors that our hearts disarm, A gift from nature’s boundless grace, The mango’s joy, we all embrace ©Ajita Bansal "