Simian Circus

Chattering in falsetto like schoolchildren let out,

Flaunting tails like banners, their arms  flailing out,

A troop of monkeys descend on the pipal tree.

They seem to be on vacation from care, from gravity!

Even the mothers , with babies on their backs,

Swing blithely along the trapeze-like tracks.

Nibbling fruits, lobbing twigs, swinging upside down,

Each an acrobat and a mischievous clown.

If some are seated sedately, seeming old and wise,

They’re probably perfecting the art of disguise!

Our race has lost spontaneity, we even plan our fun–

Running wild without reason? It’s just not done!



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