Cuckoo

I sang a song aloud,

Necks turned towards me,

With so much hatred,

That I took a step back.

Was it my voice or my strength,

That put me in the limelight,

As all the ravens kept an eye on me,

And pushed me from the top.

I tried to sing a sweet song,

But all pecked my head,

And pulled my feathers in unison,

Wounded I picked myself!

Gave a pat on my shoulders,

To fly away and sing aloud,

Far from the heartless raven,

Who found that I am a quail.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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