Mea Culpa! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa!
I have had an affair with my Muse.
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa!
A crow has turned a macaw.
Oh, yes.The world needs more scavengers!
Homes are ever fond of beast of burden;
even clever mules are pretty handy.
Is there in a courtyard any use of a nightingale?
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea culpa!
A crow has turned a macaw:
Beauty is meant for full bellies- -
Isn't it a lavish luxury for plowing-bulls?