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Scratching The Head.


A monkey chat.


Upon a tree
sat a monkey
scratching her head
There came two other monkeys
might be her friends for long.
They had a reliable chat
with voice raising high
interrupted by a guffaw
intercepted by gestures
including humour and feelings
as well as love and tales
It was nice to watch them
Amonkey on a treelmost half an hour passed
taking not my eyes from them
followed their talk
could make nothing out
but could understand
that there was a bondage
strong and lasting
kept them in terms
without much trepidation.
Slightly off the track
I thought of men
not very appropriate at this time
but could not stop comparing
as men could not prolong
with such affinity
not able to connect so affably
Thinking so, I turned back
scratching my head.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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