Can you call a crow beautiful?
I hear you chuckle,
Why not?I mumble.
Never will I ! you grumble.
A bird with no beauty,
Moves with lot of activity,
Harnessing a lot of sensitivity,
Over the multitudes in society,
By imposing a grand invincibility.
Unmoved by its appearance,
To the day-to-day occurrence,
Relying on its certain deliverance.
Though its colour is black,
It get rids of all the garbage track,
Never does it slack,
From its duties pack,
Eliminating a thorough attack.
It heralds the dawn,
With its calling drawn,
Dispelling a sluggish yawn,
Initiating a wakeful yarn,
With an enthusiastic fawn.
Even an unattractive bird dread,
Has a great missionary thread,
Directing to the charitable tread,
It may sound an unfamiliar shred,
But it is truly a courteous theme ahead.