`well done, for a recent bipedal’, I said,
reading the staccato lines of my palms;
smells of chlorophyll and tree mites
My tail bone, jerks;
And, grows tickling the face of the Moon:
Rocket science a modern morphing of my lost probing tail.
I haven’t shed my untamed tail,
a rudder, journeying in to the silent soul of the universe.
I shoot from my hip into space;
the seminal glory of mankind bursts into the unknown yonder:
Rocks and rocks.. my wild tail. .
Human fancies leap from tree to tree
and then leaps forward into the heavens.
I sit over the universe, thinking.
My hands of destiny are lined with arboreal ancestry...
A planet inhabited on the right flank of the multivers;
And death wiped from human memory,
the possibilities I hope for...
My wild tail has turned into fiery fire of automation.
Like that of Hanuman's, the monkey God ..
`A great leap for the mankind’
From tree top to Moon top.
sending a bouquet to my first cousin living in some remote planet;
I look into the future.
Can do, if I beat the `light barrier’.