Rajesh Sundaram
Perched precariously on his master's right shoulder
Long white robe, smile and the halo
"The angel, conscience keeper of the giant " he thought
Whispering into the master's right ear, unsolicited advice on every move
..."pointing the right way" he thought, in a "horribly wrong" world
Till the occupant of the "wrong" shoulder had his way
...and the master tossed the monkey off his back.
