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Bezboroa and Few Others CUCKOO (Cooli) Mother secretly lays her eggs In crow's nest Egg warms, I spring up And crow anti picks up Treats like her own kid And fill my beak. Suddenly sense and wings Prompt me to look and fly which Send me to the distant grassland! I run restlessly False impressions chase me Kalidas, Bhavabhuti arrive first Shalley, Keast lay behind A crowd of poets after me! O' it is spring time! Let me fly to the mango twig And deliver my music. “Alas, my bird! You have forsaken this poet." Bezboroa and few others # 14