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Monkey Poems

Hanuman is a JCB carrying away mountain wealth.
What did the tribals have to say to that? History can’t remember.
Another outsider, eying benefits, cuts the minerals out for the factories.
We did not know about the War or Empire-building.

They smile at you through TV screens and you’re not supposed to hate them because they’re just mischievous monkey-men;
It is their way- licking lips, thrusting pelvises, hooting- ape-dance.
In many cultures, the world over, the Monkey King is still up to his tricks,
In the quiet by-lanes, abandoned industrial estates, ordinary houses, parks, inside moving cars and buses.


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