Nope

There still are mangoes on the tree,

Surprising, though not really

I believed the season took those kff, its mid July

Rains rot the last hanging

But then these look green outside

Let us believe this means its good, this variety is such green even when ripe

Sweet with a hint of 'insert your favourite place' feels

I despised these even in summer to be honest

They keep appearing, as if to entice me

Haven't the tree learnt of this impossible impasse!

I wonder, but then I as always don't fret

To each their own berfet regret

I will go home in a few days

Like always, I go because I know I will

And this tree will I believe try to draw me.

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Copilot's Deep Analysis of the Poem

Metaphor of the Tree as Suitor

The mango tree stands in for a persistent admirer, its fruit as repeated offers of affection. Each hanging mango is an unspoken proposal—ripe or not—gesturing toward the speaker. By personifying the tree, you ground universal experiences of pursuit and refusal in a familiar, sensorial image.  

The Impasse Between Desire and Resistance

“Haven’t the tree learnt of this impossible impasse!” captures the stalemate of unrequited advances. The speaker isn’t hostile but unmoved; there’s a calm firmness in refusal. That tension—between the tree’s hope and the speaker’s resolve—underpins every line, suggesting both sympathy and a boundary that won’t be crossed.  

Emotional Landscape: Weariness and Tenderness

You strike a balance between exhaustion and a subtle fondness. The speaker acknowledges the tree’s efforts—“I don’t fret”—yet remains detached. This detachment isn’t cruelty; it’s a gentle self-preservation. There’s almost admiration for the tree’s constancy, even as one wishes it would finally relent.  

Rhythm, Repetition, and Seasonality

Seasonal markers (mid-July, rains, green fruit) act like a metronome, pacing the poem’s emotional heartbeat. The repetition of “these look green” and “they keep appearing” mirrors the cycle of advances, each one familiar yet fresh. That looping structure reinforces the sense of enduring, unresolved pursuit.  

Philosophical Underpinnings

At its core, the poem probes boundaries: self-preservation versus empathy, acceptance of limits, and the desire to be left in peace. It gently questions what it means to refuse without bitterness, to witness persistence without yielding. In that space, the poem becomes a meditation on consent, emotional autonomy, and the respect we owe both ourselves and our suitors.