The Crows

We are the insatiable birds Blackened colors, sharpened beaks Not so precious or beautiful in your words Crying from heights and intrudes in homes Looking for opportune moments, to take away food Even from the hands of little kids Accusations many, stoning in number of times The fact is we are the innocuous ones Innumerable once upon a time, now threatened the life The excess usage of pesticides and poisons That you uses for high yielding and productivity The balance of food we eats from garbage Ourselves the garbage cleaner a noble duty Otherwise the stench smell the world will impure The water sources will pollute, there it difficult To live in this world without us at least here We have gone centuries the life in world Our existence were smooth in centuries The things is that now we are threatened the existence Where the garbage is having such poisonous substance And opportunities are meager to find out the food The fruit bearing trees are minimum in numbers The rain trees are so many in waste land Only for a resting place in rain and sun we use.