A Single Crow. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A single crow died in evening
Somewhere it got an accident
Surely crazy children had not thrown stones
Or the puppy made attempts on life of crow
But some how it dead and carcass fallen
In the compound where we lived
A single crow died in evening
It was a routine visitor of home and kitchen
Stood by observing every movement
The good householder appearing with fish
The good crow and was also clever
And tried to snatch the plastic carry bag
Or the fish inside of the pot kept
Still we loved the crow the single crow
Where a leg was somehow deformed
And every time it came as a friend
Every where it looked for a prey
But unfortunate not a clever it was
The remaining eatables shared with cat
The good old single crow died
The carcass in the compound we lived
In following day there came a militia
Marching to the housetops for an attack
Making ferocious sounds, and steps
Crying in loud we all feared
The black crow looked like demon agents
But arms and ammunition only the beak
The mighty power with unity they can strike
Crows the resemblance of unity always.