From The Platform Benches Saw I

Sitting on the platform benches I see the evefall With the crows, blackly crows So may in number Descending upon the tree fringes Crying to settle, take the perch And for it quarrelling with other birds The mynahs, the crows cawing To silence the mynah squeaks, The scene of a hullabaloo, A pandemonium of some sort While on the other I see the train Shunted on the track for Covid protocol And just by the side railway tracks See I the black pig coming to rest o the ground But the crows trying to play with it After being seated near it and trying to be cozy But on seeing them it leaves for another place