When I see you were climbing a tree
I was really ashamed of myself
as sitting in an office the whole day
like a plump-pudding.
What a marvelous bushy tail you got; and what happened
to the man's tail?
How beautiful the man's primitive stage of evolution
or civilization; simple, crude and fundamental.
Then his name was Monkey only
no surnames at all.
Now we are facing the Apocalypse
and the burlesque human are in antics and real canibals.
The tail is very important nowadays.
At least we can proceed to a jungle
and live peacefully with the help of our tail
jumping from a tree to another tree
for our survival.
An interesting, well written poem. Thank you for sharing. Regards, Sandra
Deep thought here Nimal, a slight grin as I read the dedication!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful, flowing piece froim you my friend, with that sly humourous feel.