Ode To The Crow Poem by Sivakarthick Lit

It certainly not erect any amend in the societal order.
To the one, who is yen for.
Feet may perfectly melt by walking,
Eyeball may agreeably get tired of awakening,
But a honey nest after soreness.
Versifier surnamed Romantics
Swot a poem Ode to the cockroach underneath the peepal tree.

A crow crop up as a water soldier from the blue.
Poetry fabricate zero ensue
Billion verses subsist in the cosmos
Crow whispered, not an iota soothe creature club
Suit Phoenix, Skylark, Nightingale issue, why
Crow not mosquito and rooster;

Where the moon I feel
Stars I count, hand I touched,
Ocean eyes, chocolate lips
Worth words, pit cheeks
Clouds that clutch mine
Life hangs in footboard; walks in swamp
Does your verbal skill can overlook my ache?
Pose by the crow.

I know these loves
Love for few days
And quarrel all the days as Sashe says, Poet retorts;
I hail as yours as twinge beneath no state of affairs.
Part is love not a life.
The nastiest object of the present it is.
Education teach love not politics
Remoteness of an untouchable
The being amid scarcity not including food
Lives in a coppice and quagmire
Darkroom itself has year
More than ever
Your land is slumbering
Injustice saluted, untrue liberty
Fifth and Fourth world war around our neck
Oh! Black rose in the green balloon
Wake up. Then wake up.
Poet travels. Thought is at no cost.
Let the rain come. Then the rain comes
Contemplation crow!