When a Lone Crow Cawed

Recently,one winter morning,out of the blue, I heard the caw of a lone crow - Once found in flocks across our land, Now vanished many years ago. Its caw awakened in me the Memories buried in the wavering wash of time. The weather those days was fine, Water in the ponds and rivers was pure. Rills full of fish would twist and flow Through the villages. The cricket’s song at dawn and dusk, The farmer's call in the early morning, As he headed towards the paddy field With a pair of bulls so charming. His caw recalled the temple bell’s ring From the palace shrine in early morning, A sound that once brough heart’s delight. Oh,the Uthum’s song on a sunny day, And Tamna’s call at night, No longer heard,nor seen the fireflies, Twinkling far and near at night. Gone are many local varieties of fish, Plants,and greens once found in abundance In our land. Today, that lone caw in the air Brought back to me the memories rare, Yet worried for what we have lost, Ecological balance now the cost.