Little Boy Samik

Samik, cheerful boy, no longer laughs
What's wrong with my boy? Mom says
Before in the morning he used to go down to the river
To swim

Now he doesn't even want to play
With other kids
A wise elder recommended
We should ask the child

What happened to him?
Parents say it's true
Amazed by his knowledge
They rush home

To ask their little one
Samik laughs, sings the gray clay
Look how the morning dawned
Samik says a bird

Used to sing by his window
At dawn
But for weeks the little bird
Hasn't come anymore

It's simple, we need
Another singer, dad says
And mom organizes an audition
Four little animals sing their song

But none of them
Can make him laugh
Not the fish nor the snake
Nor the pelican nor the coati

The potters start shaping
A clay bottle that can sing
They present it ceremoniously
To the sad Samik

The child listens for a moment
They see him smile
But Samik sadly says it's not the same
As the clay's song

The real song
The whole town mourns
This great disappointment
When suddenly they hear

From the green forest a song
Everyone marvels as they see
A beautiful bird the color of the sea
Who heard the sound

Of Samik's bottle
And sings again to the child his
Beautiful happy song