gauri nadkarni choudhary
Whose Fault is it?

The crow perched on the window,
Was shooed away by the human,
Not really its fault,
Just reputation of being death's omen.
The bats around the world,
Suddenly faced a lot of fuss,
Not really their fault,
Just reputation of spreading deadly virus.
The black cat ran away,
Hid mewing under the rock,
Not really it's fault,
Just the reputation of bringing bad luck.
The humans across the globe,
Caused every disaster pretty much,
Wasn't called their fault,
Their reputation remains untouched.