The black crow is cawing,
Cawing and cawing
Perched on a pole
At dawn-break,
Cawing repeatedly
Perched on a pole
In the muddy courtyard
Of the country home,
Eyeing,
Eyeing and ogling,
Cawing and cawing
To lift
A bread crumb
From the aluminum bowl
Of a country child
Already crying for food,
Morning-time breakfast
As getting late.

The crow perched on a pole
Cawing and cawing
And eyeing
And ogling,
Cawing repeatedly,
Sharpening the beaks
As for to lift
A bread crumb
From the aluminum bowl
Of the crying village child,
The black crow so
Sly and cleverly
Cawing for.
If the stale food is available.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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