Crows and me
Sitting in the balcony, I sit blank and stare
Two crows in the tree, some flying in the air
They hop and play without care or worry
I watch them with fancy, don’t know why I feel sorry
They have all the time, and no boss to please
No responsibilities, no bills, no school fees
No one to shout, and no one to blame
Each day for them, it is just the same
They need not be formal, nor wear shoes
They can go just like that, wherever they choose
No train to chase, no mobiles to see, they have no clock
They roam around the wires, caw and mock
Mornings I rush, I don’t want to be late
I see them around — they don’t carry any weight
Of pending work to be done, or loans to be paid
Or my family’s tantrums that never fade
My wife wants more, my child won't hear
I maintain my calm, but deep inside I fear
I look at the crows — they are happy though small
They fly freely in the sky, I worry within the walls
They are black, and not noticed by all
Yet they appear happy and strong, and never fall
They may look dirty, we shoo them away
Carefree are they — they fly without bounds anyway
Maybe tomorrow, one of them won’t come
Everyone looks the same, some other will come
I want that peace — with no burden or name
Just me and the sky, detached from this elusive fame
Sitting in the balcony, I watch blank and stare
The two crows in the tree hop merrily in the air
No worries, no attachments — their lives may not be grand
Yet they are so free… and here I am, an ordinary man
By Suresh Iyer
Copyright © Suresh Iyer | Year Posted 2025
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