This Morning Comments

Typo....please treat How instead of Who.

Who this morning in a death of crow, the whole crows cried, all trees even looked low pitched, Clouds tore and washed the dead body and Nature held rites rites in commiseration is so movingly painted here. It may be cited.... Clouds gathered fast to clear off the pathos Poured and poured in theirfull compass That dead crow was washed awayvery soon As if by nature's rites in commiseration Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

Only a poet with a magic touch could transform a trivial looking incident into a poetic masterpiece. This is poignant as well as humane. Thanks, Indira ji.