An unanswered question

An unanswered question

That mango tree is no more,

 It has been chopped down,

But the little boy is still there,

Sobbing & babbling bitterly,

Father standing nearby,

Amaze & aghast,

Reconciles the boy,

He allures him by saying,

I will ask carpenter to make,

“Parrots. Sparrows & mangoes,

Of fallen wood,”

The boy turned pale & questioned,

Papa, do they too,

Mimic & spread melody

And can I share those

Mangoes among friends?

Poor father! Unanswered

                                                   Written by- Roshi Mehta                                                                                                                               -                                   Class -VII, A, School – K.V.Ujjain {M.P.}