"Lady with the Crow"

                                         I saw a Lady with a crow

                                              Sitting slightly above her brow

                                              She was tall, with dark eyes

                                              Holding the pet like a prize

                                              The dupatta over head flow

                                           With the sweltering summer blow

                                             She was trying to devise

                                              A meal for both, if someone buys

                                           Walking around looking for dough

                                            Begging she hated though

                                           Hungry stomach’s both had size

                                           Let’s see who would give & rise

                                           Mumbling jumbling she walked slow

                                           Carefully as if she treads on floe

                                          The crow dazed by sun fell on her thighs

                                          Upset and crying, she uttered, “Oh he dies”!

                                         He stayed limp, she held on, reviving undergo

                                        Sprinkling water on the bird, the passersby say, “let go”

                                        A child stood up and offered her French-fries

                                       With joy, the woman fed herself and bird with surprise.