Fortunately do the crows come
to eat away the filth
cawing
''Bolo Khadki-Dapodi Khadki -Dapodi"
"Pimpri......Kasarwadi"
back and forth
forth and back
they keep
stirring
looking at each
passer by
with eyes of hope
asking endlessly
''Bolo Khadki-Dapodi Khadki -Dapodi"
"Pimpri......Kasarwadi"
of restless beak
disgruntled
after gobbling mounts of filth
for more filth
yellow striped bellies
when filled
leave
and new crows arrive
to newly devour
from the heap of filth
formed
at the birth of the crows