A Mother Monkey's Mourning Poem by M. Asim Nehal

A Mother Monkey's Mourning

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The breeze was cool and gentle
The sun was going down
The trees were bubbling with seeds
And the cows were grazing
Birds were chirping melodies
And a group of monkey was enjoying the seeds
Everything was calm and quite
And all of sudden a loud call of barking deer
Put everyone on alert
Monkey kids were enjoying their swing
And mother called them aloud
All rushed towards safety
And monkey started to climb the trees
The mother monkey lost the grip of little one
And he slipped from the branch
And fell straight to the ground,
There was a pin drop silence
As everybody else was looking at the tiger
Mother got down and started to mourn
Seeing this tiger went away.

Thursday, February 28, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: animal,mourning
Darren Jkoeryo 02 March 2019

Mother's love is incomparable with anything, even king can't ignore it.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 28 February 2019

Cool and gentle breeze was felt well. Sun was going to down. Monkey kids were enjoying their swing. Mother called them in loud voice. Observing them you have beautifully penned this interesting poem...10

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M Asim Nehal 28 February 2019

Thank u so much Kumarmani ji, Awaiting for your new poems.

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