The Red-Mouthed Small Indian Monkey

The red-mouthed, red-faced monkey talk I, Seeing innocently, Winking at, But is not, If teased or thrown at. The small grey or brown haired red monkey But with the red face, Jumping to and fro, Snatching the lily from the hands In the temple complex. The red-red, red-mouthed monkeys Still haunt my mind And I grow anxious with regard to their population, The dwindling numbers, The change in habitats, The destruction brought on to them By human habitation. The monkeys red-mouthed and small, Winking at and perched on the branch of the tree, Moving out in troops and gangs, Sometimes sitting lone And eating leaves and fruits. The face is strange, the red-face, The mouth animal-like, Wisdom is not, Just going by the instincts And the ogle attacking, Look not into the eyes As may come down to you. The monkey hanging by the tree branches, Chattering and ogling, Sitting with the tail hanging downwards, Ready to come down and pick And you have to give, But not so like the naughty and daring hanumans. .