I don't write afternoon poems for a long time But that crow came right to the cornice Who says you are ugly black You are the original color of creation Like the great age Aditya's expression every morning in that color book There is so much light in the world. You know in the end everything is deep black Just like you One day all the colors of the world are washed away Just wakes up with the pain of losing Black-black, blue absorbed in pain! So I understand your sad Crowβs pain Cruel chest-cracked screams So understand and accept that you are the burden of Habisanna I understand so I find you in the morning and evening I find you in the intense burning of noon I find you on the way to the pilgrimage. You are deceived by the cuckoo of spring The cunning fox deceives you How colorful is the meaning of your ka-ka language Only Bhatai knows how much caution There is no other animal like you. You are as you were. Friend, you know pilgrimage -Salile Abgahan Kalonman has become Tamal for you Darkness has died for you Mudibo eyes one day in your color And friend bird, you can't be fooled!