The Woodpecker
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How fast, strange and hued looks it
Our carpenter bird,
I mean the woodpecker
With a cown overhead
Like a cock
Pecking into the bark
Or the stem of the tree,
A very hard-working fellow!
Just like the kingfisher,
A painted doll,
The pecker keeps working,
Making a shrill sound of its own,
Nay a singer,
But an artisan,
A worker
Praying to Biswakarma, World Workmanship God
The Artisan Divine.
Bu şiiri puanla
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