Every evening
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!
I was drawn to keep reading to find the missing clue in figuring out the meaning of this and I found it in the end. Good poem
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Towards nowhere from here, from my home! Guess my pet? It’s none other than my eternal crow! what do u mean by eternal crow......... it is mysterious. You are trying to give expression to something in u or your desire or secret passion.. tell me wht is this eternal crow