The Sound (Symbolic Poem)
The neighbourhood boy
Laid on the bed feeling not good
We all called on him
Suddenly I heard a cracking sound outside
I came out to see what happened
Nothing I found, only a crow flew cawing
Inside of the room
Loud sound of crying
It is merely a co-incidence
If you believe it, you believe a superstition.
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