Fight

                                         FIGHT

The proud hybrid mango tree

Stood in the middle of the orchard

Very young, still laden with golden mangoes

The sight of it is neighbour's envy.

Not far away  stood the  two

Parenting trees, old and tall

Also bearing fruits of their own species

And when wind blows they do murmur.

Once when grew fierce the winds

Their murmur turned into a verbal fight

Each were eyeing the golden fruit

Claiming it  to be their own family.

The owner happened to pass by

He suppressed the outbreak of a laughter

What fools are those grand old trees!

What silly arguments do they make!

Golden though it's no match

To the taste and flavour of the other two

The centre tree just an ornamental one 

Whereas the other two serve real purpose.     

Author's Note

Based on the fact that hybrid offspring will be sterile or fecundity in decendants will be limited.

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