Well before the commencement of the spring The British cuckoo or the Indian koel starts singing With its sweet and natural melody Some fools and children try to make a parody
It does not care somebody is listening Or some others enjoying its singing Or some fools and children start mocking It goes on singing and singing in response to the mocking Some fools think the koel suffer from some mania but the fools suffer from xenophobia
They donβt like any thing new or sweet And are not ready to give their hearty treat They suffer from their foolish pride and which they can never hide
You canβt become great by mocking at a cuckoo It betrays your inner sick view Among the seasons undoubtedly spring is the king The melodious cuckoo or koel invariably does sing