cowards those crows who can't build their nest
cowards those crows always wait to misguide others
cowards those cry which never penetrates valiant sky
Eliot marked their passion for patients
cuckoos yet defy their possession
frankly to speak crows when fly
observe silently their beak searching no pleasant
dirt awaits to be picked
crows the concert you glorify always
I near you to handle your arrogance!
Pranab k c
07/11/2021
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