A Cuckoo in the Crow’s nest.

This is a self made story and might become a new age adage. Crows don’t give birth to Cuckoos, but just as population explosion took the world by surprise, felling trees to meet the needs of the Homo sapiens, birds flocked into a big banyan tree in the middle of Manhattan city, making it the abode for many. No caste, no creed, but it had colors indeed. Parrots, minas and crows and sparrows filled the branches with their chirps and squeal. The brood was expanding with eggs in the nests.
A very uncommon thing happened in the palpable obscure; the mother cuckoo in her sleep had a miscarriage and dropped the egg in the crows nest. The crow unaware of the number of eggs present in its nest, thought the new egg to be its own. A few weeks passed and the eggs hatched, the crows had a flock of many small ones but one a little different, it was dark but had a peculiar beak, it was different but yet the difference wasn’t seen by the mother. The crows read physics and the art of scavenging, the cuckoo didn’t understand anything, and abhorred itself for its incapability to learn the equations of motion. The crows teased it and it started to cry, it tried physics, it tried scavenging but it was of no avail. The tormented soul, with its two chamber heart heavy, tried, and cried, in the silence of the night. It decided that it must die; it decided that the crows were far superior, and one day, unable to bear the blow of everyday, it cried loud, with grief and agony. With its eyes closed it cried aloud, hoping to die, and when it opened its eyes there was an unbearable applaud, the audience was there, cheering the new singer, the music in its voice soothed every ones ears and from that day on , the cuckoo lived life happy and jubilant. The banayan singer was born.
So be a cuckoo, if you know you can’t be a crow! Live your own definition of Success!

* I have no idea what a cuckoo looks like and what its habitat is like, but I do know it sings well *