After so many days
I listened the talk of crows
to have a surprised breakfast,
Oh, sure with my pleasure
I myself had arranged it
by throwing some piece of bread
to my house roof.
They came, rejoiced,
took and ate,
then fly away.
In that morning
I felt some satisfaction,
which was not earlier there
returned back to my heart's bay.
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