Nargas-Bhai Vir Singh English

NARGASTHE CUCKOO AND HER LITTLE ONESThe singing cuckoo has arrived,Her songs of Spring are blazing high.Her sleeping brood awakes in the crows' nests.The little ones are restless and sad,The nests to them are harsh as hell.The nursing birds are in distress,For the little ones swallow the sparks of love's fire,And fly blindly after the voice of the cuckoo.But as they fly the crows seize them with beak andclaw;Back they take them to the nests and hold themprisoners there; .And a thousand nursery rhymes they caw and chantto turn the little ones from the songs of thecuckoo;But the call of the unknown makes them stillrestless.The cuckoo song steals their souls away.The little ones fly blindly after the songs,Nothing else can give them peace.The parents who fed them from their own beakskeep jealous watch; but the little birds flyaway.Perched on the topmost branch, the crows broodover their loss and think :"Our own chHdren, born of us!Page 35www.sikhbookclub.com