The Monkey Song Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
The Monkey Song
In this feverish city of hope
Of long faces and deeply creased brows
Only monkeys seem to be really happy
Swinging to and fro window to windows
They sit in groups and at us boo
Mocking us, poor cousins always blue
And yet I feel they teach us a thing or two
That with our loss of tails, we lost our freedom too....
With the loss of our tails, we have lost our freedom too! So true! But there is something common between our ancestors and we moderns... both are restless and both are fond of jumping from one thing to another! Enjoyed this humorous write!
How so true and everyone loves a monkey they never lose their popularity. Love it. Forget Elvis Presleys song too Much Monkey Business There is too much human business happening. Thank You
We have a thing to learn from nature, not to be greedy, hateful or destructive. Good poem.
Hum! ! We lost the balance? ? ? ? If yes, from the soul or the body?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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