Going
up the tree
One
by one
At
a slow pace
Yet
an active air
Big
and small
Tall
and short
A
spitting image of man
But
with a tail
On
thy back
Alas!
Half-eaten
Mangoes
dropped under
And
jumping to the next
In
a jiffy,
‘Kurkure’
and ‘spice mixture’
From
the back
Of
the house
Call
thy attention
At
their leisure
Spilling
hither and thither
While
running for cover
When
chased at-
Disappointed
for sure
At
thy grimace on top,
Curiosity
beckons thee
To
open the tap
In
the garden
Run
on toes hearing
The
water down,
Fun
to watch thee on
The
water tank
Frolicking
with each other
And
the tussle with the young
Throwing
water everywhere,
At
dawn, like a circus swinger
Hanging
on a cable
From
house to house
And
a dance in tune with
Moving
buses on road
A
real treat for all
The
eyes, who follow on
At
thy each step.
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