Priya's Poems-1: "The crow and the nightingale"

A crow
shrieks in despair.
am black,
am ugly,
No one to love me.
I curse my fate.

Nightingale sang in return
am beautiful
can seduce many
by my looks.
mesmerize people
by my sweet song.
Proud about my fate.

Oh beauty,
Said the crow
We are unfortunate
And
We have occupied every
Ecological niche
Of this world.
Have taken
our curse everywhere.

Nightingale replied
We are
Symbols of
Good fortune
And harmony.
Have shrunken our territory
To acute places.
Unlike thee.
But
i have a deep-rooted
fear inside
as our fight for
survival
for tomorrow
and am
skeptical.
As
good harmonious
and
moral ones
are losing the battle
against
sinful
immoral
corrupt
cruel and merciless
world.
Now I curse my fate……..

Crow shrieks in high..
Ha ha ha
Now,
am proud of my fate.