Nemesis Poem by Valsa George
Nemesis
The crow we see, was once a beautiful bird
Sweet as a lark and white as a swan
The world stood in rapturous glee
As he poured out melodies with such elan
Proud and haughty over his gorgeous form
He reckoned himself to be the crown of creation
To all other birds he was a cynosure of charm
And he feasted on their praises of mad veneration
Presumptuously dwelling on altitudes high
He thought the world was revolving round him
Looking at others with contempt and disdain
He wanted everyone to dance to his whim
At morn when other birds twittered and chirped
And sang devotional lays in praise of God,
The crow refused to sing any song
As he deemed himself to be far above the Lord
God wanted to teach the arrogant bird a lesson
A messenger with warning from Heaven was sent
‘Unless you turn humble and with respect, others treat
God’s wrath will fall and you shall lament’
Sneering at this and rebuking the terrestrial envoy,
With haughty arrogance, the crow went his way.
By dusk, he flew down to perch on a tree
Alas, the branch gave way to his utter dismay!
Losing balance, he slid down into a can of tar
Disappointed was he as he emerged all black
But hoped that a dip in water would wash away the dirt
And once more he would be to his former self back
Soon God’s messenger with ire reappeared in a vision
This time, stark were his words of admonition
‘Henceforth you and your progeny will all be black
Ugly in appearance! Scavengers you shall be known!
‘In place of the tuneful melody, you were blessed
Your sound will be sonorous and rough’
Saying this, the apparition vanished out of sight
And the crow knew his life ahead would be tough
He waited impatient for the dawn to break
Before all other birds were up and awake
He decided to try and test his sound
And was startled at what came in the wake
“Caw…. Caw…. Spurted the sound from his beak
Jarring and raucous, harsh and husky!
While other birds laughed over and celebrated his fall
The poor defeated crow was left grouchy and grumpy!
Yash... You wanted to know if this story is a poetic version of a famous legend... or something of my own make..! Yes, it is a figment of my imagination.... Dinesh More than the sympathy you feel for the crow, I feel it is the ire you have for God that has incited you to write this comment.... The crow is not merely arrogant, but he is contemptuous of others and treats them with disrespect... he is also not thankful of his many blessings.... Any way I am humoured by your comment! Tajudeen, I have taken your suggestion seriously... Yea, I shall attempt a role reversal or a twist to the legendary status of my characters as in the case of 'Chandu' Or Bhiman... But unfortunately I am not an M.T.
Fascinating story Valsa - poor old crow. Well written and enjoyable read.
The poor crow is punished for none of his sins but just for his 'arrogance'! And so God`s messenger descending with ire was very primitive in fact... The idiosyncrasies of the Almighty in portrait are man`s wrong sketches on a spoiled canvas.. I want this nemesis to be reversed and would long to see this crow singing melodiously from the surrounding heights... If this poor bird is punished by God for these lapses of a lopsided divine order, how should a poet punish this God for all the errors of omission and commission mounted ever since He started being the ruler and the judge without retirement...... Dear crow, see, Valsaji has only sung a song of praise on you and be consoled.... Pride may go before a fall but dear crow, you have fallen not, may I assert. Valsaji, I read this write like a child But I have to write here not like he does... Sure indeed, I enjoyed reading it though.
How a presumptuous bird got a lesson has been astutely and incisively inscribed here by the means of a nice story relating to crow. The crow got nemesis by God at the end as he deemed himself to be far above the Lord. It is really a brilliant poem that teaches a good lesson to all.10.
None can stop Nemesis in playing her role...........................
Nicely written a poem of crows and the story behind its blackish color and sound which is very interesting to read.It was after all a punishment but made useful for the world through which the cleaning process of debris going on otherwise there will accumulation of bio wastes here and there. The curse to crow became useful to the world.
We create a crow or a hapless mortal from our imagination, Then attribute to it or him all impossible vices And then end up tracing the virtues of a creator ill at ease..... A bad worker always blames his tools I regret deep within if I am a mere tool, Valsa Madam...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/7/2025 10:58:24 PM # 1.0.0
At morn when other birds twittered and chirped And sang devotional lays in praise of God, The crow refused to sing any song As he deemed himself to be far above the Lord Black are cursed to sin....... Henceforth you and your progeny will all be black Ugly in appearance! Scavengers you shall be known! ...........