Post by Mohd. Arshad on Feb 7, 2014 20:37:17 GMT -6
I am the bird, but crow.
Blessed with black, i know.
I belong to the pageant of birds
Which are called by many words.
I do sing my own lay.
I also welcome the day.
I fly; i rejoice in the breeze.
I play; i leap in the trees.
I take delight in spring.
I like snow, falling.
Alas! I am not hailed at the door.
They shoo me way to soar.
I am cursed; i am much hated,
For i am black, so ill-fated.
Blessed with black, i know.
I belong to the pageant of birds
Which are called by many words.
I do sing my own lay.
I also welcome the day.
I fly; i rejoice in the breeze.
I play; i leap in the trees.
I take delight in spring.
I like snow, falling.
Alas! I am not hailed at the door.
They shoo me way to soar.
I am cursed; i am much hated,
For i am black, so ill-fated.