In my childhood, a monkey was our daily guest,
my servant takes chance to see animal with zest.
And when monkey crosses our house in fray mood,
my parents alertness shined like monkey mood.

A monkey, a guest of my childhood,
sometimes sitting on my terrace, looks quiet,
only to judge where the food is, to take and run fast.

Such a monkey was our daily guest,
on trees one can see a group of monkeys,
this animal unique, lies in his free living style,
by jumping, dancing, eating, sitting on trees
with shinning fate in universe
this creature is a loving never to forget guest
my childhood guest.

A monkey.