Why is it The Crow Eaters,
I don't know?
Are they out of joint people,
Migratory fellows,
Displaced and dislocated people?
But their tales the world could not,
Could not feel it,
Wandering from Iran to Gujarat, Bombay
To Lahore, Karachi,
But where their home?
Bombay, isn't it
Of in immigration from here too
For better opportunities elsewhere
Always in search for their tongue
And the lands they were banished from?
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