July 21, 2016July 21, 2016

The Cuckoo Coos.

A cuckoo coos
from dawn to dusk
similar to a truce
hailing her mate.

I open my door in the morning
walk through the garden
hear the cuckoo singing
a song of love.

I stay there for a while
mind, not the chill air
the melody is in style
classical in a stretch.

The Cuckoo pleads
expressing her desire
from the reed
sighing intermittently.

It is heart-rending to hear
the ecstatic rendition
impregnate with emotions
one of a lovelorn anthem.

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