Crow Songs

Irritating Cries

The crow’s cawing in anger, frustration

Shrieks of course reprimands at the world around

The black bird its dark nature true displaying

Another irritant, harbinger of cruel fate?

O beloved as this dark skinned poet, his cawing

Is a pain to your manas, in full flight now.

Selfish Comrades

The flight of crows circling low

Seeing the pleasure in their company

Brought together in a communal bond

Was it love, that misunderstood word

Each a hardened self-serving feeder

Sticking together, in numbers their strength

Where is the love in self-service?


By R. Sittamparam


Sittam Param

Writer, poet, dramatist and former journalist. I have passion for art in all its forms hence my involvement in this portal.

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