There were enough ripe mangoes
The lazy crow finds it difficult
To try its luck for a ripe one
The make it its own and enjoy
When another asked what the matter is
The reply was so amusing
My mouth is full of cut burns
And slowly awaits the helps of the wind
The wind came and told the crow
Sorry friend I know you are lazy always
And I can't help a lazy one
The mangoes will be there and you to bite
That too in time when it ripe
There came a saying in my own village
When there are mangoes, the crow suffers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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