Black crow, Fake flow:
Wheels blow, Speed slow.
In night at flight with tight dream which lies,
See, sight sea – sky with fishy flies.
Ah! Stupidity, Eligibility in Creativity end;
Shot dead, Half hand on wet land!
On Bark! animal talks in walk,
Fork swings, Folk play but half fuck!
In vain! So, Shame on fame but lame;
But, Black Leaf, Strangers leave in lane.
Some hope, White flower’s dope-
human quack, dumb duck wake.
Black crow, Fake flow:
Wheels blow, Speed Slow.
– JIgar Makwana
Jigar Makwana 