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.
