Every morning in the deep woods of the concrete jungle
With my near and dear ones I sing a coarse musical,
Humans raise from their good night sleep with a frown of unpalatable
They call me ‘Crow’ and express their acerbity with a scowl,
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This is a beautiful poem which shows the integrity of the poet as well. Most of us donot know the worth of what we despise.
Black or white, the soul must be pure-This truth comes to my mind when I read this nice poem.
It is a nice poem and we shouldn't ever be ashamed or be feeling sad about the way god created us. Everything in this world is beautiful even black colour and all that is required is to appreciate anything for its natural beauty.
I like this poem very much, Many would remember being that black bird. The only difference was, they were not as fortunate as the black bird in your poem, unfortunately it was a long time before they were set free. Melvina
A very internal poem. The emotion shows in ways of fear and solidarity. But at the same time thanking God for its short commings in outside eyes. A Great write Thank you Tracker
Highly imaginative poem with a unique theme. Well done and continue posting.
Very beautifully write, logically process, words are so good selected. I like your poem, which is so natural in your type.