The speaker stands under his old mango tree and tries to picture the place without it: no leaves, no branches, no birds, just a stump removed and the ground covered in tiles or cement. At first he almost seems relieved. There would be more sunlight, less sweeping, no bird droppings, no flies, no splattered fruit. But the list of annoyances quickly turns into a list of losses. The repeated "No more" starts to sound like a chant of mourning, as he names the woodpecker, the kites, the herons, the crows, the squirrels, the creaking swing, and the green that greets his eyes each day.
The last losses are the most personal. The speaker also imagines himself gone, the boy who once looked up at the tree with longing and love. The title suggests the poem is partly about his own death, and the tree becomes a way of thinking about it. The ending is quiet and gentle. He looks for a fallen twig, and the last mangoes still hang in the sky. The mood is tender, wistful, and thankful for what is still here.