Sitting atop, perched on a tree… Moving its head to all sides… Calling out to friends and family…. Is the good old ignored bird we daily see…. Caw-caw it does all the time… A sound that is not so pleasant to hear, Unlike a rhyme…. Dark is its colour, sharp is its beak, Having been cast in “N” number of stories, Morals, truth and myth around it tweaks… Goes about its routine and business on its own…. United and in sync are they, eating vegetarian Food to chewing on broken bones…. Little is spoken of these birds… Crows don’t have anyone to herd…. Not a rare sight for the eye…. Take a look at them next time…. Crows are birds who would never require A “Black Hair Dye”
Hahahah yes crow season it definitely is after being featured in snippets time for poetry I say was prompted to write only after Akanksha triggered that thought...Thanks for the first comment GG...
Oh SP, it is soooooooooooooooooo........... so beautiful. Nicely penned. mademydaysmiley:wow:thankyou2: Crows are birds who would never require A “Black Hair Dye” ---------------------------------Amazing!!!!
Scorps! This kaa kaa fever is still not over eh? )) Akanks sent the Ka kaa messengers from US and now its flying high in Blore n Chennai areas gracing the Margazhi music season with Ka kaa music in IL sabhas :-D beautifully written scorps! loved each line of it
Tell me about it...definitely crow fever in IL ..contagious one actually thanks Neetu for your comments :thumbsup
Thank you Madhu...that was really sweet of you..don't know about the crow but I am getting credit for posting :tongue