CAWING CROW
CAWING CROW
Oh, CROW - a bird in black colour;
You had never been to a beauty parlour;
As you know like discerning minds do, beauty lay in character, not
in glamour;
You are thus an exemplar!
CROW, you herald the daily dawn with your croaky cry;
For the whole world to wake up and endeavour, to be home and dry;
You are a teacher of the art of life;
Making us sharpen our intellectual knife!
CROW, you never drive fellow-ones away;
Unlike men who dominate and sway;
You always share and never say nay;
Keeping self-seekers at bay!
CROW, you are a symbol of unity;
A socialist serving your community;
A teacher imparting lessons of charity;
A saviour eradicating many an impurity!
CROW, you have set perfect ideals;
For humans to overcome ordeals;
To withstand the life rigour;
And re-emerge with more vigour!
CROW, you don’t flatter or grin;
Which is common among men;
Still they take your name and pass the buck:
And without compunction or remorse duck!
Considered synonymous with and a representative of our ancestry;
We honour and venerate thee as our inherited treasury;
You have many tales of moral to tell;
For us to live our life well!
What is there in colour?
You are practical with required valour!
Your good attributes and traits are there for us to emulate;
And aptly and rightly self-regulate!
R.SAMPATH
14/2/2020

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