The land opposite mine
densely planted with oil palm
closely populated by a tribe
a busy clan never calm
hooligans who take no bribe
mischievous and up to folly
oscillate and swing in a mood
break the branch when jolly
gnaw the berries in all crude
chatter and whimper all through
Lo! the trees are now cut invariably
their habitation is in a mess absolute
sit there they in all melancholy
with their brood in dissolute
Alas! man always engages in a chase
scares the orangutans from their place
Meenas Poems 