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 Crow’s 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!