Author Dina Nath Nadim A lone naked poplar stood aloof, there was a crowd of crows. The leaves of a Chinar shook and the children shouted: 'Caw'caw.' The crows fled like the wind and the branches trembled. The poplar looked all around and found itself alone. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments