I pass my leisure mostly
Looking at the huge tree attentively
Where I see two little monkeys,
Chuckling and muttering .
The older somersaults cutely,
The younger follows cheerfully,
While I watch the two little monkeys
Hopping and jumping,
The older pulls the electric line.
The younger snaps the telephone cable,
As I look at the two little monkeys
Prattle and rattle.
The older hip hops toward me.
The younger tip toes towards me,
If I sit here any more,
I would be no more.
Meenas Poems 