A crow yonder
cries with a fervour
not once but many a time
with a loudness akin to a chime
at regular intervals from morning
it thinks its cry is a sing
goes on and on with a diligence
know not why it caws with such indulgence
people say it perhaps foretells an event
the arrival of guests or any other deviant
a diverse from the regular course
and a derivation out of source
pertinent to a superstition
present an appreciation
a feel could be this way
a thought out of the way.
Meenas Poems 