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On your dais of a mango twig
You tune your pitch gently swaying
Even before the sanguine sun-trig
Seen on the horizon rising
Your caw caresses me through the window
Like that of the mango breeze
Hazily finding over there a dark halo
I sit up, a little laze
"Good morning crow"
"Caw, caw" you beak a hello
8 o'clock, a rice-ball at the window sill
Our first guest you're full
There, grandson querying in haste
"Sanaishwar rides this crow?"
Your then caw caw do I translate
'Greatest great grand-pa alone' says this crow
Stone-fixed ever with his Lord. O crow!
To read or accept your mythology?
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The caw, caw
