I am always disgusted as an evil omen
For my unpleasant cry and look; a crook.
One should not forget my foolish sacrifice.
I hatch the sweet throated spring cuckoo
As they sing and praise to Lord and thanks me
Over the forest, garden, orchard and brook
Though I am crook and ugly
yet a mother by divine providence
Don’t judge me by voice and face
I have my own fairies angelic evidence.////
I love this! Crows are so often misunderstood...another don't judge a book by it's cover analogy. Great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
making judgement by race is evil of the most evils in ignoring of beauty of the inner soul/ wise and bright