The Scarecrow
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A frightened pigeon looks at that-
the scarecrow, which is ugly and horrifying,
Which stands erect to guard the green field,
From the birds, above, randomly flying.
The pigeon flies near that, and goes away,
He is too afraid of this, motionless figure,
why this huge thing does not move or act,
Though it seems to stand still; full of vigor?
This is guarding the field, all day and night,
In rains, thunder, storm, and prickly heat,
in broad day-light, and lone, dark night,
Nobody to tell it a word, nobody to meet.
With all courage and strength, pigeon flew,
Came and sat on the scarecrow's erect head,
Put the grain's seeds in it's open, wide mouth,
Without caring, it is anything- live or dead.
The pigeon told a lot, without saying a word-
"You poor creature, terror, horror is your duty,
We are all bound by eternal laws of Nature,
Compassion, sympathy and love is my beauty.
Guard and watch all around the green field,
Create the hatred, which is your beloved game.
And I will always go on doing all good for you,
My dear 'BIZZUKA'-I give you this lovely name."
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=keshav dubey=
14-2-23
keshavdubey.com
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