There is a vast difference between a song sung by a crow and a Nightingale;
It's like a tall told by an idiot full of sound and fury as says Shakespeare
And a sweet story narrated by an articulate gentleman to audience;
It's like the difference between the colloquial talk and learned expression!
Some don't believe good and genuine one but go by fake and fraudulent one
As they can't believe genuine work of art by a zeal genius in best of mood;
It's like incredible flood of dense rain formed only by small drops of it;
It's like writing a full novel within one night due to natural urge and top interest!
Due to such dolts, many a work of art whether it is paining or Poetry is spoiled
Making it not possible to know that all that glitters are not gold in the world ever;
Singing is lovely to listen and enjoy by all, but is it possible for a crow do that?
Though incredible, by skill, learning and preparation great feats are done as miracles!
Singing songs, dancing art and writing Poetry may look to be easy by refinement,
Fools believe it's easy and don't understand it needs skill and practice long!
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