The Foster Mother's Love - Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
By habit, a cuckoo bird,
In a crow’s nest it laid,
A single egg of its own,
A grayish colored one.
The crow lived in the tree,
With its laid eggs three,
But as its own henceforth,
It cared that came as fourth.
All the four, in time, hatched
But the fourth one not matched
With its color slightly variant,
And its voice, a bit different.
The cuckoo chick slightly cooed.
While the crow chicks cawed.
Yet its love, the mother crow
Equally for all, it did show.
One day, when the mother bird,
Out it went in search of food,
The crow chicks pushed out
The cuckoo chick from the nest.
The crow chicks hated the odd one,
For its ugly look from the day one.
The chick bud untrained to fly
It crawled, as it couldn’t go high.
It became a prey to a vulture,
The poor chick lost its future.
The mother crow cried and cried,
Till it became tired and tired.
See the love of a mother,
Be its own blood or foster.
A truth it’s world over,
A bird or human, be whatever.
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