Most of the time my thoughts,
largely black
in their forehead, crown and throat,
save the grey nape and breast,
caw vehemently
over carrions
of day to day life-
am I not surprised
when they are no more the crows
they are-
but asian paradise flycatchers-
with milky plumage all over-
with a glossy, navy blue crown-
majestic-
their throat holding a sweet note-
speckling my glowing inner sky
with their angelic flight-
sumanar/lekha 
