krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
The Monkey Song - Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
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....
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