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Crow |
I turn my head
hearing the crow
on the shutter,
its head tilted
and its maws
ajar. I walk away.
And when I stumble
back, singing the tune
I learned at some pub
from the friends
met after years,
there it sits, on
the window, head tilted.
But it made no noise.
copyright 2015
Kushal
Poddar |
