My Black Beauty Poem by Deepa the loser

There I can see a crow crying
on the branches of a banyan tree.
I asked her why she is crying
but no response.
Again and again I heard her sound of pain
She was crying silently...
My urge to seek the cryptic emotion
of the sweet bird increased.
I approached her.
She looked at me and smiled at me.
I am happy.
But the next moment she fly away.
I shocked...
After some days
I was trying to climb a mango tree.
Then I was sitting on the branch with a mango
Suddenly,
She came there, my black beauty.
I smiled at her, she too.
Then she opened the chapters of her life.
Last, I got the reason why she was crying
She had a sweet lover;
A handsome, romantic prince.
They loved each other, dreamed each other,
kissed each other, hugged each other
They wished to live together but...
After some days,
He left her.
Yes...her prince went somewhere without any word.
She don't know what to do.
She don't know where to find.
But she cried...
No one heard except me.
I gave my hand to her
She touched on it and said:
I want you as my valuable friend
I need you as my ever best friend.
Then she stood on my shoulder
We looked each other and smiled.
I went to my home with my black beauty.