The Crow And The Woodpecker Poem by Aftab Alam

There was crow, we call him Kaak
Thought him a fool but he was dark
One day he was thirsty,
Flew for water
On patrol, far he saw
“There lies one pitcher”
Went near; at his astonishment,
Elixir was at the bottom
Around it, pebbles phantom
(He remembered the story and shivered)
He shivered and laughed and flew again
I will do something, some bargain?
(I’ll not put the pebbles on it, he kept in mind)
On due course a woodpecker is seen,
Called notoriously but looked serious.
“Come here joker I ‘ll take you there
Where your brother is hid
Into the pitcher there
Lay unattended with a lid.
Birds of feather, flew together
And finally reached the spot.
There Pecker seen the shadow
As his own image and assumed.
‘Here you have to make a hole
To save life this is the only goal’
As the hole is made by the Pecker
Kaak dragged back the joker
“Let me search, where is he”
Put his neck inside and drank
“Ah! to be very frank
You also drink the water
The elixir
Lovely joker, dear brother,
Look! Human being
They call us fool, the fool
They would have drunk alone
Leaving you Forlorn
What harm to them, If we die…..
“”Killing their brethren without any shy””