There used to be a Mango tree,
in my school some time ago.
who's ambience was rich and free,
with its soothing breeze and flow.
it was under that Mango tree,
i fell in love with a star.
a glistening star in human form,
who's beauty shines exceedingly.
Tarila was an amazing rose,
glossy, sheeny, glistening bright.
her smile is heaven, her lips bestows,
the finest of grapes to all in sight.
soft like water, sweet like wine,
the finest of maidens i've ever seen.
fair like the sun, pleasant and fine,
her sight is fire, she burns with glee.
