Miraquill
Of Cuckoos and Dreams
Two dark cuckoos
Married and all
Living in a forest
High above on the branches.
As time passed
They were blessed with an egg
Papa cuckoo was very thrilled
Mama cuckoo had already started knitting.
"I want my chick to be stout and handsome
With brightly coloured feathers all over his body
When he shows off his colours and dance,
Every eye must envy and adore him- I want a Peacock as my son"
Prayed mama cuckoo all day long.
"My son must grow up into a strong bird
A bird thats soars high up above the clouds
He must have strong talons and powerful eyes
I want an Eagle as my son"
Dreamt papa cuckoo and grinned widely.
At last when the time had come
The shell had cracked up and split
Out came a black little cuckoo
Cooing and flapping helplessly.
As he grew up into a young cuckoo
A rather dark but beautiful one,
He was neither coloured brightly like a peacock
Nor had strong talons like an eagle.
Papa cuckoo said he could never be famous until he soared high up
Mama cuckoo asked him to dance when it rained
They were too busy trying to make him an eagle or a peacock
They couldn't realise all he wanted was to sing.
The cuckoo started to wag his back whenever it rained
And glided over the canopy all day long
He forgot he loved to sing, and that he had to
And so did his own chicks.
The cuckoos that were born after, they never sang or cooed
They were too busy training to glide and dance and what not
The forest lost its natural sweet voice
And no one could make out the forest from barren lands.
It's never about what someone wants you to be
But about what lies great inside of you, and what you wanna become
See, a peacock can't coo
Or an eagle can definitely not sing
Be what you are, and show them
What you can and will be.
~mohan.writes
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