The Concerned Crow Above Me

The Concerned Crow Above Me short poem

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The concerned crow above me
poised on a green green tree
and i may be
asked anything ;
we have all answers-something
to tell,
as only expected
from those concerned -something
to tell.

caw caw caw caw
with me and with you
this is almost a law.
Dear crow ,you
yell
i yell
because around here
( you and i know)
opinions sell !!

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59 year old male living in Mumbai India. Founder member of poetry circle Mumbai in 1986 . Been away from poetry for two decades. Have a collection ready for publishing .want to share poems on line
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