The forest began by road,ending in sky
Spilling on the highway many monkeys
Scrambling for food, from passing cars.

We are truly in advanced monkey age.
Our food comes from past momentum,
A spinning top of our previous hands.

We are monkeys squirting eyes at sun
When it sets on the vast simian forest.
Together we can be hilarious on road.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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