You stood below Ready to catch The jambus I would throw.
I climbed up Branch to branch, Tried to pluck the jambus You spotted and told me To reach out With the sticks We tried to tie Together by and by.
Those hidden in between The lush green leaves, The jumbo white jambus Were our absolute treat!
A fresh fruit so simple Brought a dimple, With your pretty smile, As we took no while, To munch into A huge juicy bite Relishing it quite.
The moment felt so right, A venture unplanned, Our afternoon filled With masti and delight, Fun in bright sunlight, Feeling excited galore, Plucking fruit more.
A sense of accomplishment We felt so content, A fun day wherein, Our wishes fulfilledđź’š.
I remember so clear, Our girlish might, Our sheer cheer, As you caught The jambus white In your palms safe, Without a scratch, Wow I would say, 'What a catch!' As though we played In a cricket match!
The fresh lingering taste Of the safed jambu, A tree laden with fruit, Within its shade, We too grew.
My dearest sister, My naughty accomplice In our days of childhood, Romping and climbing Our great exercise, These moments of picking fruit, In my memories I salute!
As years passed by, We chased work,climbed The ladder of success, We now fondly cherish White jambus' tree, We so much love, Since our days carefree!
The tree stands tall, jamoons now unplucked, just fall
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Brought back memories of the black jamboos we used to pluck.
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