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Collection of Sualeh’s Poetry
Sualeh KeenDecember 30, 2009
 
Chapter 1
Week I
Introduction
Sualeh Keen
is a Marketing Communications Manager with interests in GraphicDesign, Poetry, Literature and Human Behavior. He has a tendency to writethought-provoking (and many a time humorous) poetry. This is a collectionof his works reproduced with permission. The source of these works are fromposts on Facebook. All works are Copyrightc
Sualeh Keen and cannot bereproduced without permission. This work is compiled by Sunil Beta Baskar,an acquaintance and a friend.
1.1 The Song of the Satatut
or what Became of the Monkey
* In Kashmiri folklore, the tongue of the satatut or hoopoe is considered to bemost pure and truthful, the conveyer of satya, thus its name (literally, ‘truthful beak’). Due to this belief, a few rustic rascals catch the hoopoes and eat their tongues to acquire arcane knowledge. As a child, I unsuccessfully tried to catch one in my garden (not having to study for exams being the main motivation),but was outwitted by the bird. The hoopoes are real smart birds, I tell you.
A hoopoe darted round the groveIt picked a worm, it drank the dewIn unending circles did it move.A very lost monkey stumbled into viewSeeing the hoopoe, his eyes large grewAh, to know what the wise bird knew!He said, “O wise bird, is it true?Has God made this jungle to liveA home to be shared by me and you?”
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The startled satatut gave one last chewSwallowed the worm and cried “Who?”Leaving the monkey, away it flew.The monkey was puzzled and had no clueWhy the wise bird had answered with a “Who?”While he stood wondering, the shadows grew.The monkey asked his question anew.But satatuts in that grove were few.A fox heard him and said, “So true.”The fox grinned and said, “How do you do?You seem to be lost, can I help you?Will my humble lair be good for you?”The monkey said, “Thank you, thank you!What can one do without a friend so true!I promise I won’t be any trouble to you...”The fox smiled and said, “That is true too.So come with me and I will take you.Are you all alone, or is someone with you?”
Epilogue:
What became of the monkey, no one knowsBut we are all invited to the feast of crowsAt the fox’s lair where the nightshade grows.So come one come all, friends and foesDo bring along all your kids and doesFor the fair fox’s bounty no end knows.And fie to the hoopoe with his crooked noseWith his dirty mind and his she-hoopoesAnd his filthy worms and what God knows.
Well, that is the way the story goes.
Afterword
So, children, the moral of this fable is:
Minds tethered to a straight boleMen get steered into pack and herdGoaded by the blind blinker.
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