An evocative poem by Raja is about a crow that raises her chicks equally, overcoming instinct and love, exclusively for Different Truths.
At five o'clock in the morning, a crow’s nest Flutter of busy wings, in her Sunday best She swings into action, mouths to feed For worms and beetles, she looked in the weed This is a special day for they will fly Her’s and the cuckoo’s too; this one is a bit shy She knew, to begin with, that one was not hers But what the heck and who cares? So, she went about and gave them love As the hen fosters her child, or the dove And brought them up as it should have been They all took the warmth of her feathers and skin And years later, homeward-bound in haste A cuckoo flew over to a crow’s loving nest.
Illustration by the poet