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The Crow on the Electric Wire

By Amanita Sen

From the dreamy state
To the daylight of reality,
He could caw people out,
So was his ability.

No one could lie dreaming
Such shrill was his voice,
Timekeeper to the people,
Loathed by the boys.

Revered in his clan,
For he cawed the best,
Nudging all to wakefulness,
Who would stay at rest.

The crows deep in thought,
On the electric wire meeting,
"How would people wake up now?
Would they go on sleeping?"

But the town was happy
They could lie in bed.
The crow hung on the wire
Electrocuted, dead!






Article © Amanita Sen. All rights reserved.
Published on 2016-08-22
Image(s) are public domain.
3 Reader Comments
biswajit chattopadhyay
08/24/2016
05:52:20 AM
lovely poem with a melancholic undertone
Lydia
08/24/2016
07:07:26 PM
Very well crafted. I have been waken by the crows hurling their feathered bodies fully into a neighbors car until it stops being fixated or drops to the ground.
Urmibrata Banerji
08/27/2016
07:53:27 AM
Excellent presentation of often found incident. New light, new observation.
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