lalitha iyer

Freshman - 810 Points (7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

A Crow's Dreams - Poem by lalitha iyer

To build a nest
with twigs unrest
lying here, lying there
to lay some eggs
and breed some chicks
to teach them how to click
to swing in the branches
and spy through the arches
to bathe in the poodles
all cool bathed rooms
in search of green woods
fully loaded with ripened fruits
all life did I stood
for life and livelihood
my nest my homes
one for one crow-hus
same straws yet new nest
next time I breast
sweet life, luxurious breeze
small problems everything within reach
friends of mine
plenty and more
we dine together
that is where we gather
we dirts eat to purify the earth
our souls divine burn the heaps holy
Yet I dream of cages untold
where parrots feed on milk and grains
mellow fruits are ripe and ready
anytime to taste without buddies.

Comments about A Crow's Dreams by lalitha iyer

  • Bri Edwards (6/4/2016 1:45:00 PM)

    It might get interesting to see crows bathing in poodles! Maybe
    they could try collies as well? ? Ho ho!

    Both you and your friend, lalitha lyer, write extremely 'curious' poems it seems, from what I have seen so far.

    Now to respond to the comment you left for me regarding my 'showcase' poem.


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  • (5/14/2014 2:30:00 AM)

    A close observation poem pertaining to birds and nesting and it felt nice. (Report) Reply

  • Raj Arumugam (5/9/2010 4:57:00 AM)

    deeply insightful lines on nature's creatures, Lalitha... (Report) Reply

  • (8/10/2009 7:07:00 AM)

    Yet I dream of cages untold

    - the crow is the most intelligent, so much around us.. but the most scorned and avoided cause its not 'cute or beautiful looking..i'd share something from my life here.. my nephew grew up in my home, and my mom used to feed him his meals mostly in the backyard, and there used to be crows that used to come looking for food.. my mom threw a few morsels to them, and they started visiting everyday... they came close, slowly, ate from my mom's hands.. and my nehpew as he learned to walk.. was playing with them.. imagine watching a little baby boy..running.. around chasing crows..and they playing with him.. this was quite a sight i'd remember.. it happened for a year.. till my nephew moved away from our home.. I love and respect these creatures.. :) hats off

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  • C. P. Sharma (5/14/2009 5:22:00 AM)

    Composed with great wisdom with perfect rhyme and rhythm.
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  • (4/28/2009 10:36:00 PM)

    So well expressed! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 17, 2009

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