Bijay Kant Dubey
The Red-Mouthed Small Indian Monkey
The red-mouthed, red-faced monkey talk I,
But is not,
If teased or thrown at.
The small grey or brown haired red monkey
But with the red face,
Jumping to and fro,
Snatching the lily from the hands
In the temple complex.
The red-red, red-mouthed monkeys
Still haunt my mind
And I grow anxious with regard to their population,
The dwindling numbers,
The change in habitats,
The destruction brought on to them
By human habitation.
The monkeys red-mouthed and small,
Winking at and perched on the branch of the tree,
Moving out in troops and gangs,
Sometimes sitting lone
And eating leaves and fruits.
The face is strange, the red-face,
The mouth animal-like,
Wisdom is not,
Just going by the instincts
And the ogle attacking,
Look not into the eyes
As may come down to you.
The monkey hanging by the tree branches,
Chattering and ogling,
Sitting with the tail hanging downwards,
Ready to come down and pick
And you have to give,
But not so like the naughty and daring hanumans. .
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