I wonder why, we have lot of crows that caw
Instead, why not we had lot of parrots that screatch;
Inplace, we have more to our eyes and add color more.
If that were so, our earth would seem more so green
and black so less.
But a crow is not such a awful thing and hounded,
For it embodies a heart that well grounded
That alerts its company in times peril
Or the moment it rests its eyes on spoils.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem