When the sun is setting deep
When the cloud is turning from
Bizarre blue to orange red
When the clock is showing half past five
Its time I waited for my pet
In my garden and near my water filled well
It came as I expected
Flying over here from nowhere
Sitting on my well
Shouting mildly for its regular food
I threw a couple of biscuits
Being old and not able to swallow
It blinked here and there
Then, as water came from the ditch
It soaked its food until it is well done
And fit enough for consumption
Satisfied, it looked here and there again
Wings flirting, it started to fly
Towards nowhere from here, from my home!
Guess my pet? It’s none other than my eternal crow!
Though the 'eternal' thing a little bit mysterious it was a good read. Keep writing.. and thank you for the invitation.
You tell a tale so well, very original, great write!
nice flying bird who came from nowhere this poetry personal is quit unique and fine well done my friend god bless u
It very good I loved the imagery.
We all look at things. A poet sees, observes, and assimilates. And then write a poem like this. Crows are very intelligent among birds. It comes out well in this poem. Lovely depiction.
Wonderful simplicity & lucidity found in your composition. Thanks a lot for sharing such a beautiful poem. Sudipta Bhattacharyya.
Keen observations. Love how you've held your train of thought, safely guiding the reader at every turn. Nicely done.
curious interpretation of some words, Interesting read, enjoyed.
you have touched my heart :) very beautiful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
beautifully composed and flow of words