LANGUR.AND.I
a grey langur
out of the blue
on the, long.terrace, his bolt
is faster than, Usnain Bolt's
throws, himself onto a mango tree
to show that he is absolutely free
like a diver, who is absolutely cool,
jumps into a swimming pool
along the branch to window grill
our faces, feet apart, it is a thrill
biting into a raw mango
he sizes me up-close
I, in my.forest.bedroom, am caged
beyond his reach, a.duel.cannot be staged
he, light, with extreme agility
I, bulky, slow but wily
does he think, I am the greater danger?
discretion is the better of.valour;
he withdraws from a potential conflict,
retreating deep into the shrinking forest.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thrilling experience. At moments like this, we should not panic but should only be careful. An interesting write- - 10
Thanks Madam, for reading my poem and liking it. I was in my room and the window had a strong grill. there was no danger to me.But the Langur came close -about 2 feet - to my face!