Crows. As Friends.

Crows, my wonderful friends You were my first friends in childhood My mother told me, you represents departed souls Why I threw the little pieces of eatery You looked from one eye with care Knowing well human being's tricks You took them with so speedy ways And sat in the nearby tree branch Without a thankful gesture to little one You flew somewhere after sometime When I become a youth with youthful vigor I tried to dissuade you from nearby When parents died, I knew your values I offered the half cooked rice as a solemn rite Cried a little when you were late to accept My gesture and polite welcome to join With our own sorrows and last rites Which we believed you are the departed souls Coming to accept the gesture of their dear ones Dear crows, you continues as my friends so long The existence is vital for you and me And in fact there is no difference to souls A great lesson so lately accepted in mind.