Now I have my yearly crow visitors.
They come for rice balls on a wall

But crows on the wall hardly sing,
Their throats hoarse with deaths.

The crows have migrated illegally
After street rubbish has vanished

To keep poverty busy until night
And no crows are allowed in day.

We may replace them by cuckoos
But they only sing a mango song.

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