Songs Of Crow And Cuckoo - Poem by Binoy Barman
A crow sang in its own habit
Cawing and cawing
The beaks of irritation at mind
So started gnawing.
Somewhere in the bush then
A cuckoo cooed
Suddenly with the sweet tune
Changed my mood.
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