Aftab Alam (15 th April 1967 / PRASTOLI, DORANDA, RANCHI, JHARKHAND, INDIA)
Cuckoo and The Crow
With my pleasant winged thought, was somewhere?
Cuckoo, the black bird that just sang the sweetest song!
Listened and got hurt, now with unpleasant mind, here
Awake with my unfathomable disgust; I am not wrong!
Raven; the black ugly throated bird, with the unrest cry!
Flew behind the Cuckoo’s melodious song that teased her
And there bulky grey Cuckoo silently laid her eggs, a spy,
On their nest, Cuckoo’s flattery: acquired modernity’s burr.
Crow that hatches unwaged the others eggs and brings
Them up, unhurt, unflirt, like a fool, in a motherly way
They love them unto their freedom and on their wings
‘Motherly hatch by a bird of prey ‘they sadly sing with gay
Truth is always harsh and unpleasant with a flavor!
And flattery soothes the mind yet it curses for ever.
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