A crafty langur of Bhubaneswar lived in the trees above the old bazaar. He'd watch shoppers straggle and shopkeepers haggle, then slip in under everyone's radar.
Bhubaneswar Limerick
1

There was a tourist in Darjeeling
whose fingers and toes lost all feeling.
He didn’t remember
it’s cold in December,
and the dearth of heaters left him reeling.
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orange lichens
adorn an old stone wall;
nature’s decorator

the plains below
the Himalayan foothills,
a sea of clouds

plump caterpillar,
grounded on the sidewalk,
hopes that wings
will come around - before
a careless foot does

Calcutta monsoons
are unkind to memorials
of past masters

jungle engulfs,
swallows, and digests
once proud buildings