Dog Monkey 2 Poem by Rajnish Mishra

Ah, death!
So interesting!
No.
Sad, quite tragic, in fact
Ironical, that dogs and monkeys
Can both die of rabies
And kill too.
But our dog-monkey is no mean species.
He sits on tree tops
And barks at the kitties
Who try even to scratch
The ground beneath his trees.
And they: flabbergasted
Their mouth wide open,
Open eyed devour this eighth wonder
This hero: dog-monkey,
A rare variety.
It's doubly revered
For its all-powers.

It entered the world
Through tunnels of dreams;
or, from world it tunneled
To the land of dreams,
That no one can tell.
One thing's quite sure:
It jumped onto life
From some place in hell.
How else one explains
The yellow-red stains
On golden-brown fur?
The infernal flames
Dance gaily on stains.
While he sits under sun
On burning stones.

No, he dosesn't run
To seek the shade
Of walls, temples trees.
For him it's the sun
For him heat is fun.
As he has just come
From some freezing hell.