TO THE CROW

TO THE CROW

O’ the ever alert Crow!
Alas! Nobody ever fathoms thy sorrow
Thou never dost cease to caw
The selfless volunteer of every morrow!

What an unprecedented devoted servant!
Thou ever dost migrate
The stingy odour is thy aroma fragrant
Thy physique still glistens like black velvet!

O’ the sheer innocuous, unique bird!
No one is to us so familiar.
Thou dost attend every feast sine a card
Thou art of the least ambiguity spectacular.

Thou dost ever teach morals to the world.
Thy race doth maintain a firm, rocky unity
Thou art at no time a self-centred coward
And art endowed with the deepest sanity.

What we emit as excrement
Thou takest that as fit diet!
No other bird canst excel thy sublimity
Thou dost retain a paradoxical vitality.

Thou dost ever know no rest
The ever unsolicited guest!
By thee the Koyels are blest
How heart is thy chaste!

Some think, thou dost puzzle
When thou shrillest with thy muzzle.
Mean and ingrate are our people
To loathe thee and ominous label.

Thou dwellest in a realm utopia
Thou dostn’t have any myopia.
As soon as thou dost detect a dead corpse
Thou dost rush inviting thy uncle vultures.

Thy unbroken, genuine, mutual intimacy
Doth ever throw an edifying ray
“The triumph of virtue over vice
And a sleeping lion never snatches a prey.”

Please wait a while my dear
Thy golden time is approaching near,
Thou wilt be eulogized and paid sure
Thy service wilt be acknowledged everywhere.

[This poem is taken from “THE DAWN.”]