I thought the crow would come back with more friends;
To my surprise, it didn’t return at all;
The rotten fruits turned feast for worm-fiends;
For days on end, that crow never did call!
Perhaps, the crow found better food and thought,
‘When I have tasted ripe fruits, no man has,
Why eat these mangoes that weren’t good with rot? ’
The crow was smarter than I thought, alas!
God feeds the birds with fruits and worms daily;
In fact, they eat the best of foods they want;
They neither sow nor plough the fields truly;
They fly and sing merrily, at times rant!
While selfish man gives stale and rotten things,
God gives the best of foods to all earthlings!
A very good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment. Thanks for the share
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this sonnet The Rotten Mangoes sounds great sir....