Maithili short-story written by Sh. Deo Shankar Navin translated into English by Gajendra Thakur.
From a distance came a crow and sat on top of a two pronged tree of the state road. Disciplined, a peace of bread in his beak…may be that he is tired while constantly flying or may be that he might have procured the bread after meticulous attack…was sitting and resting. In front was the parliament house, bright like some young women’s bare and muscled body bathed in milk. The crow was looking towards it with angry eyes. And at that time a healthy dog passed thereby. Looking bread in the mouth of the crow he spoke – O brother ! How many days have passed, I have not heard you sing. I often remember . Please have a song ! The crow looked seriously towards him, keeping bread in his claws he spoke thunderously- boy ! while lying in that cave how you will hear the song of outside world ? What you’ll do after hearing ? Now even while speaking, my bread won’t fall in front of you.