Crows. As Friends. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Crows, my wonderful friends
You were my first friends in childhood
My mother told me, you represents departed souls
Why I threw the little pieces of eatery
You looked from one eye with care
Knowing well human being's tricks
You took them with so speedy ways
And sat in the nearby tree branch
Without a thankful gesture to little one
You flew somewhere after sometime
When I become a youth with youthful vigor
I tried to dissuade you from nearby
When parents died, I knew your values
I offered the half cooked rice as a solemn rite
Cried a little when you were late to accept
My gesture and polite welcome to join
With our own sorrows and last rites
Which we believed you are the departed souls
Coming to accept the gesture of their dear ones
Dear crows, you continues as my friends so long
The existence is vital for you and me
And in fact there is no difference to souls
A great lesson so lately accepted in mind.