The Poor Indian Country Child And The Crow Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The poor child of the poor country
Half-fed and half-fed for ever
Crying for stale bread and molasses
From his mother obstinately
Holding the sari in the morning
When awaking and arising from sleep
But that too he seems to be struggling to grapple,
Compromising with a blackly crow
Cawing from the rooftop, the titled fringe of the wall
Sometimes coming closer to
Perched on the hanger of the courtyard
And trying to come down, alight from
To lift the bread away from
His older aluminum bowl
And the child trying his utmost best to drive it away
Which but goes it not,
Goes and comes, goes and comes time and again
But when unable to, failing to drive it away,
Giving a bit of loaf to the crow and taking it himself
And as thus giving and taking continues
In between the hungry child and the hungry crow.