A murder of crows,
And one rice ball.
One crow came,
Then came all.
Before the land
Was ploughed or
Sowed, Before the
Grain was
Cooked or soaked,
One crow knew
A ball was made
Roll it would
Without a shade.
Clamour and fight
Crows noisy trait.
“Silence!”
Up they see
The bright Blue sky,
Descends a Raven
Heavy and dark,
Noiseless,
Effortless,
The crow of Might.
As Jackdaws cower,
The Raven thunders,
“For one rotten rice ball?”
Kills them all.
A murder of thoughts,
And one rotten rice ball.
One thought came,
Then came all.
And one rice ball.
One crow came,
Then came all.
Before the land
Was ploughed or
Sowed, Before the
Grain was
Cooked or soaked,
One crow knew
A ball was made
Roll it would
Without a shade.
Clamour and fight
Crows noisy trait.
“Silence!”
Up they see
The bright Blue sky,
Descends a Raven
Heavy and dark,
Noiseless,
Effortless,
The crow of Might.
As Jackdaws cower,
The Raven thunders,
“For one rotten rice ball?”
Kills them all.
A murder of thoughts,
And one rotten rice ball.
One thought came,
Then came all.
2 comments:
Oh! my my - a totally variegated theme from 'RB'-your verses are satiric and all the same evokes in the reader, a feeling of subtle pathos Ajitha..Shammu
Wow! Ajita ji, I didn't know you write! And that too poems! :D 😍
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