The mango and the crow

We are now in the other poems
About a ten year old mango tree

One does not know if still exists
And then about swooping crow

That was stealing a carbolic soap
Now fails to come to eat our rice.

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Grandpa in the milky way

We were busy spotting in sky
Grandpa who now lives there.

It seems it was a holiday next
With stars sleeping in the hall.

They had their arms and feet
Intertwined in the deep sleep.

So hard to map a sleeping star,
We gave up locating grandpa.