Treasure Island

krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

(1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

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....

Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Living in a world dominated by economics rather than simple pastoral pleasures, I found monkeys leading very happy lives.They do not have to study or accumulate wealth and lead 'high lives' on tree tops or buildings. It often makes me jealous and regret the loss of our tails in the evolutionary process.

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  • Valsa George (11/1/2013 11:09:00 PM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (10/19/2013 10:01:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (10/19/2013 5:06:00 AM)

    We have a thing to learn from nature, not to be greedy, hateful or destructive. Good poem. (Report) Reply

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