TIMES PASS
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POET- -MOM
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i am well-known of you……
i know that you…
do not love me….no………no….no…..- ….
yes…..i know it very-well…………i know……….
yes…i am an ugly-crow…….oh …oh…oh……
very-black is my colour……
i have no beauty for show……..
also my voice is too-roughs……
i have no sweet-voice………
so…so…- so……..
the same colour…..
the cuckoo laughs and laughs …………
yes……she has too-sweet-voice………
but she is very-lazy…..
and i am too-active……..
she never builds her own-nest also……….
for her own-children…
she has no motherly — responsibility……….
not also does her own duty…….
to her own children……..
yes…….. uses my nest………
and , also , i feed to her children…….
yet , yes…she never thinks …
that , we , both are the creations of the nature………
we can not do anything….
on the nature…….on the creature………
these are not our faults…
what can we do ?…….
yes…….none can do ………..
on the works of the nature……….
though i have no fairness….
no singing-powers……..
yet , i am your well-wisher…….
i works for you ……..
at all the hours……….
i know …….
that you , all love to the cuckoo…….
and hate me……….
why ? can you say , me ?……………….
though she is not a good mother…….
and i am a very-good mother………..
yes….now , i am on the top of the TAJ MAHAL……….
so many people come and come here…….
lovers ..they , are…….
the white TAJ……
loves me……….
so , i sit…….and sit……..
…… on it……..
the top is my seat……….
yes….the TAJ , says , ……..
‘’ i lost my past-love……….
on my own………life’s ways……..
yet i wait and wait….
……. under- the love’s rays……..
also i wet……and wet……
under the rain….
i have no gain…..
times pass and pass……
by the moon-light…..
at every-full-moon-night………-
i wash and wash………
my pain-full-love……….
and at every-day……
you come here…….
and love me , without fairness….
though all love me for my fairness……..
yet i love you……..with my fairness……
yes……we are black-white-pair …….
but i miss you , at every-night…..
…………de- ar !…….
and i become too-quite……..
with the tear ‘’ ……………..
