The Useless Scarecrow Poem by Rizwana Sultana

I stand still the whole day and night,
Just like a statue,
I have no life in me,
And nothing, I can do.
Only a stick to erect me,
Without any flesh and skeleton,
With a shirt, I am clothed,
To disguise me as a human.

But a human never remains still,
And moves from its place,
Has a skinny appearance,
And doesn't have a lifeless face.
Are the crows fools?
Don't they know how a human is like?
They are aware that I am harmless,
And compared to a human, I am not alike.

Even on seeing me,
They remain fearless and calm,
And continue to peck at the grain,
In the sunshine, bright and calm.
I am of no use, just standing,
Staring at them quietly,
They enjoy fully to their heart's delight,
And away, they fly happily.