Dirty, noisy, sleekly, swift-
hidden message to keep us clean.
Corps, insects, swarm to swallow,
tiny eyes but briskly seen !
Lord Rama, your favorite hero by words, mind & humble heart. Eternity thou bird-in-self, Not to depart from divinely art!
Lord Rama, your favorite hero by words, mind & humble heart. Eternity thou bird-in-self, Not to depart from divinely art!
Secret mysteries, long you last,
beauty queen of wings in black.
Intriguing knight of the sky,
guardian of virtues, in a pack!
Messenger of God, no stamp-posts
convey our words hence across.
Cousin to raven, flew from heaven,
muddy, buddy, lovely yet gross !
'Have I feathers, I’d be you' -
forgiving, vision to protect instead.
Eternity, you hold on tight
let loose your-self, arouse from dead.
Claws are sharp, cling to grasp,
bully but beaten ready to prey.
Speed & haste, always alert,
springing from a fodder or hay.
Head held stout, buffed up throat,
feathers drop-widen your tail.
Fear of flight? Down to earth,
rivers-ocean dare you sail?
Blend of Good and Evil in you,
twinkling eyes open & wide
Seldom you trust, clear and loud-
accept your duty, never a side.
Hope or sympathy, mutual harmony,
respect-honor, truly abide.
Prosper, plan for intimacy so
sharing, differences keeping aside.
Cleaning streets, gardens & roofs,
perching on fences, benches & poles
Anxious, to avail, corners of planet,
alive - are your noble goals !
Sing, dance, be merry and glow,
watchful vision all around.
Know your neighbor, comes and goes,
people gladly - you surround!
Wisdom of self, helps us to grow,
vision to connect each-other-wise.
Smartest of birds, thoughtful your wings,
whom you dare or bother, precise?
Nuts are favorite, drop & crack,
plenty of nests, high in tree
Social motives, birds of prey-
Thank you, gave your service to me.
Water & earth & wind of dust
evil in black or omen in ill.
Being of gray, neutral in color-
feather of fortune and fire of will.
We care & share with open arms,
thus hard we plough meadow, terrains!
selfish, rude for golden grains.
Harvest in seasons, seeds to pollen,
vulnerable but not so absurd.
Remove our filth, comfort-in-hand,
solute my friendly ‘kaah kaah’ bird !
-Ananta Risal [4th Nov, 2010 - Happy Crow Day]
*Disclaimer: All the images referenced in this poem are from Google Images *
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