Black Beauty

Black Beauty

 

Cherish I still

my childhood thrill

when a tale I tell

when a poem I spell

then the applause

despite the flaws.

much of it I owe

to the bird crow

as the roles it carries

to make my stories

and also my songs

still my heart longs

to croon at my will

“I am not over the hill”

still rhymes, I can cite

at kids, an old ager’s spite

on the crow the hated bird

whose deeds stay blurred

but is the most valued being

hence themes in me, ring.

A crow, clever

to drink water

puts pebbles

in water vessels

to raise the level of water

to quench its hunger.

Drops it down the prey

not entering into the fray

with enemies, stronger.

Its caw call at dawn

sync with the rising sun

unafraid of our tom

awakens my mom

to her household chore

it picks up filth from the floor,

harbingers it, guests’ visit

if offered rice to eat.

The feed ensured, then I

for alluring gifts to me

The big banyan tree

owes to crow, to be.

Exist cuckoos to sing

as crow breed its offspring.

Rare heinous kinds eat

only, the crows’ meat.

Thus to protect crow

it is the creator’s show.

At that age

in any village

if crows are not seen

occur must events obscene

During earlier days

die they on natural ways,

now vanish their breed

on poisonous feed

by human race

on their erroneous chase

for happiness and pleasure

but drift that farther.

Serves the crow

though hated as low

to keep dirt-free

creation there to be.T

Treats it, man, ever it with disdain

at their sight, his eyes strain

Peacock is a national bird

wise vision is unwisely erred

on crow versus peacock

the only the beauty, we talk

ungrateful remain we

crows’ service we ignore to see..

If their breeds vanish

with them,, will perish

this creatin

thus goes the caution

Recognize we, the coal

as black diamond after all

appreciating it

on par with diamond's beauty

Thus crow we may call as the black beauty

Hail it with bowed head and bent knee.

 

 

P K Routray

in the service of Lord