O you naughty monkey,
what are you upto today?
Sitting on the tree top
playing with the coconuts,
eating a bit and then hitting
our heads with the cannon balls!
You know, the coconut was
the fruit of choice of our sages?
They drank its cool sweetish water
The ate it's fresh flesh
They used it in their pooja
while marrying couples in love.
They made rasam with it
adding pureed leaves of mint
and enjoyed their dosas sitting
on mats made with its shells.
Anyway, you are the ancestor of our rishis
if we hit you back, they won't forgive us.
Maybe we should worship you
like we worship our holy cows.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am highly obliged to you dear sir.what a support for my poem? Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome, Binya. I also read your frog poem. The most enjoyable part was the diatribe between your two commentators, a lady from the East and a gentleman from the West.