Cuckoo’s Nest
MANASI Panda
The Cuckoo Queen knocked gently
on the weaver bird's door,
“I must learn to weave a nest,
like you do, for sure.”“Patience is the key,”
the weaver bird said with pride,“Precision and care are
what help a nest abide.”Just then, a naughty boy called out
with a loud tune,The cuckoo got distracted and
left the nest work too soon.The weaver bird shut its door and
said, “You must go,Forget the work and
join a musical show!”Heartbroken, the cuckoo flew to
a brinjal field nearby,Its last hope now was the
little tailorbird, or else, goodbye!
Measuring feathers and
pulling its tail with a flourish,The tailorbird said, “Your beak’s
not sharp enough to nourish.You’ll tear the brinjal leaves before
a stitch is even done,Learning to weave will only burden
you in the long run.”With a sullen face, the cuckoo sat
on a mango tree’s branch,“I’ll never fall into this weaving trap
again by any chance.”“Why worry about this?”
said a crow to the cuckoo,“Both of us are born to a
destiny we didn’t choose, it’s true.In my nest, your chicks will grow,
laughing and playing,After all, they say an aunt loves more
than a mother, no delaying.”With the crow’s wisdom,
the cuckoo found peace anew,
Its melody returned, and it
sang with vigor too.Everyone was enchanted by
its kuhu-kuhu refrain,And the cuckoo lived free,
far from the nest-building strain.