Calls
Crow calls Ka Ka, cuckoo kuhu shouts
wives are crusty, imp; crow spouts.
calls are so many, mind blowing lover
they love everywhere day night over.
night calls hukka uncle's call
roar like gharghar nose his bell.
screams are so many it counts hundreds
all calls bowed when; mom call indeed.
Copyright © Sanjay Karmakar | Year Posted 2021
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