There in the garden roams a crow with a pack of lovely peacocks
Happily cawing and flying around
Spreading joy wherever it goes
Exploding into peals of laughter and sharing loads of love
Many looking at it enviously
Very few really knowing what it got to be a crow amid peacocks...

I am one of those very few dear
I can perfectly understand what it is to be a crow amidst peacocks
Deep in your lonely heart feeling isolated and wailing in pain
Hoping for the winds of change to bring color to your life
Looking expectantly at every sign of joy
Craning your neck for any chance of hope
Oh how little do you know
How much you lose by suffering so
Oh how little do you know
You are not the only one suffering so

What makes you feel so low?
Tell me dear...
What makes you feel so low?
Its the insensible remarks of those proud peacocks you dont care?
Or its the insensitive sympathy of those peacocks you do care?
Its the attention of your foe?
Or its the indifference of your friend?
Who crushed your confidence and thrashed your self esteem?
Was it those friendly teasings or ill intentioned sweet words?
Who bogs you down dear?
Those lovely peacocks or your own loving crows?
Which hurts you the most dear?
The inferiority you feel amidst the peacocks
Or the jealousy and sympathy the other crows feel for you?

What ever may be dear
Get one thing clear
Nobody cares about your tear
Everybody have their own fear
Have this in your mind dear...
You were created by the same greatest painter who created the lovely peacock...
May be he was not much in mood for aesthetics when your turn came
May be his palette of beautiful colors got over when he was creating you
And he chose to paint you with the left over black color
Whom to blame dear rather than the creator's laziness?


But tell me this...
Think for a moment and tell me this...
Arent' you thankful that though he dint give you colorful wings he did gave wings to you?
Arent' you happy that he dropped you in a lovely family though at times they are the very few who can hurt you the most?
Look around! There is a tree for you to rest, there is a sun for you to guide
Most importantly there is a vulture circling above you to remind you the preciousness of your life
Arent you happy to be in the wonderful garden where you struggled to get into?
Arent you thankful for the beautiful moments with those peacocks beautiful both inside and outside?
What else do you need?

I pray for you little crow,
I pray for your joy,
I pray for the sense to prevail with you
Eventhough I know The only thing you wish at times is the eternal sleep
Beleive me its not so easy to embrace
So here I am little crow
Praying for you...
Praying for your joy and
Praying for the return of your trueself...