Dinner Fork
Crow was thirsty,
and gasping,
beak opened in gap,
and breath pulsating hard,
from a flight from far,
it sighted water,
not far but near rather,
it made the short flight,
not flying but hopping hard,
had it not made the effort,
what might have happened,
is anybody' guess,
moral is after hard days work,
you still have to push in hard,
to get to your dinner fork.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2006
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