BLACK CROW

BLACK CROW


O dark black crow,
The world, you know,
Hates you for your colour;
But you don’t care,
You’re black or fair,
This does not you bother.

You fly so high
In the blue sky.
You see all that’s on earth.
On all you spy,
With just one eye,
Perched up on a high berth.

Tell me what you
Would like to do
If He makes you a man.
“O God, take back
Man’s shape, Crow Black,
Make me soon as You can.


It’s that despite
Not being white,
My deeds are white as snow.
Unlike the man,
Like whom none can,
Do deeds blacker, all know”.


• Written in aabccb 4-4-6-4-4-6 format

• Initially written as entry 384671 in "FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL" , FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL. Posted as the present static item on 21 July 2008.


M C Gupta
8 November 2005