A Monkey

A monkey I remember when I was only two and curious At writing, had set on the blackboard in the Kitchen, started scribbling with a chalk, Aunty startled, laughed and complimented: 'Clever Boy, your writings are so good.' Since then my days have been filled With letters and figures, the stars, moon, And the seas, my little brain going Everywhere. 'One thing at a time, John, Don't bite more than you can chew. Don't Run before you can walk, ' aunty chided. The world tumbles through my life like A train carrying myriad passengers, Each a different facet of a diamond That makes this world sparkle with Brilliance. 'Yes, John, there is beauty In each of us, in fact everything, if we Learn the ropes to get to them, ' Aunty Suggested pointing to a monkey throwing A coconut from a tree to its owner.