The Sweet Return Of The Crow Poem by Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

The Sweet Return Of The Crow

The caw of the crow,
Once harsh and loud,
Filled the skies when
They gathered in a crowd.

For fifty years
Their voices fell away,
Untill one lone caw
Returned to sway.

It's sounds, once grating,
Now sweet and clear,
A melody of memories
I hold dear.

From abundance to absence,
Time has flown,
Yet the lone crow's call
Feels like home.

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