Black Drongo Black Drongo, King of Crows, Bruised and Maimed From a Lifetime of Fights The crippled bird;

A poor imitation Of what he used to be Totters to freedom Gingerly! Battle scarred and wearied He eyes the blue skies beseechingly; Shaking off the clotted blood And muck from his proud wings Determined not to perch Ever again Summons up his breath For the last Flight He takes to the skies! Shyam 31 March 2012